One Shots

Daddy's Little Girl (MxF)

Mia hit her alarm clock as it blared in her ear.

Her eyes shot open as she remembered what day it was.

She was supposed to be going shopping with her daddy today—well, her stepdaddy.

Vincent had been her stepdad since Mia was about 13 and today was her 18th birthday and she wanted to celebrate.

Her mother, thankfully, had to work today so it would just be Mia and Vinny after she left out.

Mia rushed out of bed and into the shower and when she got out she let her hair fall as it may, the way Daddy said he liked it best.

"I like it when you don’t wear makeup or do up your hair. I think your natural beauty is best, Princess,” he said and she wanted everything to be perfect today.

She put on a lavender-colored pleated skirt and paired it with a white low-cut cropped-top.

Her shirt was transparent enough that she could just barely make out the lavender colored bra underneath and she knew her skirt was a little short but she wanted to make an impression—a sexy one.

Pulling on her white knee-high socks and then her white sneakers, she headed downstairs where the smell of bacon and eggs was most prevalent.

“Good morning, Daddy,” Mia said sweetly as she bounced over to the stove where he stood and placed a series of quick kisses to his cheek before wrapping her arms around his mid-section and lightly squeezing.

“Careful of the grease, Princess. Someone’s in a good mood, I see. Are you ready to go shopping today,” he asked in a low and soothing voice as he took a piece of bacon from the plate beside him and held it out for her to taste.

She took a bite and moaned at the flavor before looking up at him and seeing a dark look in his eyes, “I am, Daddy. I’m ready for today.”

“Me too, Princess,” his voice was barely audible as he caressed her cheek with his thumb and all Mia wanted to do was kiss him and spend all day in bed with him but it had to be right.

The timing had to be perfect and she had spent too much time planning to just take him now.

He wasn’t ready now anyways as her mother was still in the house.

“Vincent! Can you come here a moment,” her moms’ voice rang out from upstairs.

“Coming, honey,” he answered and his pet name for her made Mia’s stomach churn.

“Watch the eggs, Principessa,” he said before kissing the top of her blonde hair and then leaving the kitchen.

She grumbled but scrambled eggs were her specialty so she added cheese as they cooked and plated them when they were ready.

“Mia Mae-Belle, is that what you’re wearing out today,” her mother’s shrill voice called from the doorway disapprovingly.

She turned and bit her lip as she noticed Vinny was with her, looking at her mother exasperatedly.

“Eliza, I don’t see the problem. She’s an adult now, she can wear what she wants,” he said in a soothing tone.

“Yeah but she’s about to start her senior year and she’s dressing like that’s appropriate for school or even for around the house. I mean, for heaven’s sake, Belle, your stepfather’s here! You think he wants to see your ass handing out from your skirt or what color bra you’re wearing today,” her mother said and instantly Mia felt tears spring to her eyes.

‘I wore this for him!’ She wanted to yell but knew that would only cause more problems than what it was worth.

She just had to last until her mother left but when that would prove to be challenging as a fat tear left her eye and made a path down her cheek.

“Oh, Mia Bella,” Vinny soothed in his Italian accent as he stepped around her mother and pulled her in for a hug, running his hand through her blonde hair, his masculine scent instantly soothing her, ”Sei perfetta, Principessa,” he whispered and kissed the top of her head.

“You keep coddling her and she’s going to think this behavior is right,” her mother seethed, “I have to leave. I’m running late but Mia,” she looked into Mia’s eyes, “Change before you leave, young lady. I mean it. I will not have any daughter of mine walking out of this door looking like a w***e and Vincent, make sure she gets appropriate clothing for the school year. I’ll see you both at the restaurant at seven tonight.”

And with that, she walked out the front door.

“I don’t really have to change, do I,” Mia sniffled and looked up at Vincent.

“No, Princess,” he wiped the tears away and ghosted his lips across her cheek, “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered, wishing to feel his lips against hers just once but that would come soon.

They had the whole day ahead of them and she was looking forward to all of it.

She felt lucky that Vinny always had the weekends off while her mother still worked so Saturdays were ‘Mia and Daddy’ days, dedicated to doing what Mia wanted and that usually meant spending all day cuddling, watching movies, or going out and spending time together.

Mia wasn’t afraid to say that she was in love with her stepfather. She knew it was deemed ‘wrong’ in the eyes of society but how was it wrong for her to love someone that treated her like an actual princess daily?

How was it wrong to love someone who treated her wonderfully, loved her, supported her, and showered her with affection?

And he was very easy on the eyes with his tanned Italian skin, his gorgeous, luscious long dark brown hair, and his milk-chocolate brown eyes.

Mia thought there would never be another man more beautiful than him.

After breakfast, Mia and Vinny headed out to go shopping for school supplies and when they were done, it was time for lunch.

And after lunch, they went clothes shopping.

Vinny had a pretty good job in an office so at the beginning of every school year he bought her a whole new wardrobe, basically, and this year would be no different.

And the best part about going clothes shopping with Vinny was that he never got bored.

He always wanted to see what she looked like in every outfit and he gave his honest opinion on things, letting her know if he didn’t particularly like a certain color on her skin tone or if a certain dress didn’t fit her figure well enough.

And when the outer layers were all selected and paid for, she brought him to the lingerie store, claiming she needed a few new bra and pantie sets.

“Maybe it’s all the good food you’ve been feeding me, Daddy, but it seems my big butt just isn’t fitting into my panties anymore,” she giggled and held up a black thong, “This should give it lots of room.”

“What do you think, Daddy,” she asked innocently and watched his eyes widen.

“Um, that’s...I can help you shop for clothes, Princess, but Daddy’s aren’t supposed to help their daughters with panties and bras...,” he answered and almost sounded disappointed.

“No one has to know you’re my Daddy. You could just pretend to be my older boyfriend,” she shrugged and then winked and put the black thong in the small basket in Vinny’s hands.

She picked up another thong, red this time, with the words ‘Daddy’s Girl’ on the front.

“Look, Daddy. Isn’t this one silly,” she asked and watched his eyes widen again, not missing how he discreetly adjusted himself in his khaki pants.

She put that one in the basket as well and cringed when she heard a sticky-sweet voice beside her, “Hi folks! Sir, you can sit with the other men over there if you’d like and I can tend to your daughter.”

Mia quickly turned and put a hand on Vincent’s chest, making sure to have her voice sounding mature, “Oh, Vinny’s not my dad. He’s my boyfriend. Isn’t that right, babe?”

She sent Vinny a secret wink and watched him pale before nodding and wrapping an arm around her waist, “Yep, my...girlfriend.”

“So, if you’ll excuse us,” Mia began, “We’ll get back to shopping. You know how men are about wanting their women to look sexy,” she chuckled before pulling Vincent to the bras after picking a few more thongs.

“Mia,” Vincent whispered when they were out of earshot of the sales lady, “What the hell was that? Calling me your boyfriend! Questo è molto inappropriato!"

She held a red bra that perfectly matched the red thong against her chest, “Oh, relax Daddy. It’s just a bit of harmless role-playing fun. We know you’re my Daddy and that’s all that matters,” she looked up at him, “Right?”

He gazed down at her for a moment before sighing and then nodding, “Of course.”

She smirked, “And now you have to help me pick out bras or else it’ll look suspicious. So, which ones do you like best, Daddy,” her sweet voice full of mischief.

"Mia,” he groaned, “Please Princess. Just pick a few and let’s leave. I’m feeling...”

“Uncomfortable,” the smirk still present as she moved closer before grabbing the ‘Daddy’s Girl’ thong from the basket and holding it up so he could see the words, “I don’t know why when I’m just being your little girl.”

He narrowed his eyes at her before speaking to her a serious tone, “Mia Mae-Belle, stop this nonsense. Pick out your underwear and let’s leave. I’m done for today.”

She felt her brows furrow with worry, seeing as his expression never changed.

Vinny was mad and she caused this.

She looked down and nodded, “Yes, Daddy.”

***

The drive home from the mall was an awkward one. The radio wasn’t even playing, just the dreadful silence.

Mia had a feeling that today would go a completely different direction and it was starting to suck.

“Daddy,” she said in her best ‘little girl’ voice.

He sighed as the sound hurt Mia’s heart, “Yes, Mia?”

Not even a ‘Princess’? He must be really pissed.

“I’m sorry I acted inappropriately, Daddy. Can you ever forgive me or will you hate me forever,” she forced a few tears to fall from her cheeks as she looked over at him.

“Oh, Mia Bella,” he sighed again before brushing her tears away, “I could never hate you, sweetheart. Daddy loves you. You’re my special Princess, right? Mostrami il tuo bel sorriso, piccola.”

She smiled and leaned over the console to kiss his cheek and managed to plant her lips right on the corner of his mouth, “Right, Daddy.”

“Are you still going to show me your outfits like you do every shopping trip we have,” he asked as they pulled up into the driveway.

It was three in the afternoon and there was still so much to do if she would have him in her bed having her way with him before her mother returned home.

“Of course, Daddy. Give me a minute and I’ll call you up, okay,” she asked and grabbed all her shopping bags before carrying them up the stairs with her.

After every shopping trip, Mia had Vinny sit on her bed and help her pick out which pieces of clothing went best with each other but she was in such a hurry this morning that she left her room a mess.

So before she called Vincent up, she made her bed and picked her dirty clothes up from the floor, placing them in the hamper before she put her bags in her bathroom.

“Ready, Daddy,” she called and closed the bathroom door behind her, already putting on the first outfit as she heard him come into her room and sit on the bed, “Ready, Princess.”

She modeled several outfits, getting his honest opinion and when it was time for the lingerie, she grew nervous.

“I have a few more pieces to show you, Daddy,” she said, biting her lip.

“Okay, Princess,” he nodded with a smile and she hoped this would go well.

She disappeared into the bathroom, putting on the red bra and ‘Daddy’s Girl’ thong before sticking her head out the door, “Ready?”

He nodded and smiled but that smile quickly dropped when she came fully into view.

“How do I look, Daddy,” she said in a low and sultry tone before turning around and showing off the ass she’d been working to tone for months now before flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder.

And when he didn’t answer, just stared at her, his pupils dilated, his pants tenting, she moved forward, “What do you think, Daddy? Do you like it?”

She hooked her thumbs into the band of the thong and pulled it out before letting it smack against her skin, “When I saw this thong I knew it’d be perfect for me because I am Daddy’s Girl, after all.”

She was standing in between his legs now as she picked up one of his hands and brought it to her hip.

"Mia,” he began, “What are you—.”

“—Shh,” she pressed a manicured finger to his lips, “No talking, Daddy. Only feeling. Feel how smooth my skin is? Feel how soft and supple it is? I want your hands on me everywhere, Daddy.”

"Mia,” he groaned but squeezed the creamy skin of her hip before reaching around and slapping her firm ass, causing her to yelp and place her small hands on his shoulders.

"Daddy,” she chastised playfully.

“That’s what naughty little girls get, Princess, and you’ve been so naughty today,” he said with a smirk.

“Have not,” she pouted as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Oh, but you have,” he said before pulling her over his knee, placing another slap to her ass.

“You wore that short little skirt that showed off this tight little ass,” he said through clenched teeth as he smacked her again, “that see-through shirt that showed off your bra,” another smack, “and the little stunt you pulled in the store with the sales lady,” another smack.

"Dovresti essere punito,” he said and his tone sounded so needy as his erection poked against Mia’s side while he slapped her ass.

“Yes, Daddy! Punish me,” she begged and welcomed the next slap before he massaged the cheeks.

“Are you wet, Mia,” he asked, his voice a husky whisper.

“I’m always wet for you, Daddy,” she said honestly and moaned as she felt him slap her ass again before soothing the sting.

“You shouldn’t say such things, Princess, because then Daddy will have to do something about it,” he said and his voice sounded harsh as he rubbed her little bud through her thong, causing her to moan.

“Please, Daddy. I’m so wet for you. Please,” she whimpered and wanted him to move her thong to the side so she could feel his fingers against her skin.

“I can see how wet you are, baby girl. You’ve soaked your panties,” he chuckled before moving the cloth away from her dripping s*x.

"Vuoi che papà ti tocchi, Principessa," he asked in a low voice that had Mia growing even wetter.

“Yes, Daddy, please,” she begged.

“You think you deserve for me to sink my fingers into your pretty little p***y with how you acted today,” he asked, a smirk plastered on his lips as he moved his fingers through the wetness before circling her c******s a few times.

“Yes, Daddy! I only did it because I wanted you. I’ve always wanted you and now you can finally touch me however you’d like,” she moaned.

“And what if Daddy doesn’t want to touch you, hmm,” he asked in her ear as he tangled his fingers in her hair.

“Do you not want to touch me,” she asked in a whine, suddenly feeling small and vulnerable.

“Not if you’re this much of a slut for just anyone,” he teased and she vigorously shook her head.

“No, Daddy, just for you. I’ve saved myself just for you, I swear,” she said and was gifted with his finger plunging into her wet hole.

“Oh, yes,” she cried out as he started moving it in and out of her before adding another.

“Does my baby like having her Daddy’s fingers deep inside of her tight little p***y,” Vinny asked in a growl.

“God, yes, Daddy! I love being your little slüt,” she cried out.

“Yeah, you do,” he growled before placing a third finger with the previous two, working her tight hole open for his girth.

And then he stopped, taking his fingers from within her.

"Daddy,” she whined.

“Hush, baby. Sii una brava ragazza and do as Daddy says, yeah?”

“Yes, Daddy. Whatever you want.”

"La mia brava ragazza. Get on your knees,” he gently pushed her down and watched as she moved into position.

“Daddy’s gonna f**k this pretty little mouth now. Would you like that,” he asked as she began unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants.

Mia nodded, ready to see the glorious c**k that’s had her mother wailing like a dying cat for the past five years now.

And when it came into view, almost hitting Mia in the face as he pulled down his boxers, she was stunned.

He was much bigger than she thought and she hadn’t lied when she told him that she saved herself for him.

She hadn’t even had her own fingers in her p***y before, knowing that he would appreciate the fact that she was completely untouched.

“Open your mouth and tuck your teeth, Principessa. If you bite me I’ll spank you hard and you don’t want that,” he said as he wrapped her hair around his fist and guided his c**k into her mouth.

“Look at this,” he moaned as he began moving in and out of her warm mouth while she sucked him, “Look at Daddy’s little girl. You’re a slut for Daddy, aren’t you? You’ll let me do whatever I want to you, yeah?”

She hummed in agreement and relished in the way he moaned and pushed his c**k to the back of her throat, holding it there for a few moments before pulling back, causing her to gag and saliva to trail between her lips and the head of his erection.

“Such a nasty Principessa,” he growled and took the excess saliva from his c**k and rubbed it all over her face, “Such a dirty and messy f*****g slut. God, Mia Bella, I want to f*****g ruin you, just absolutely wreck your tiny little body,” he admitted before shoving his c**k back down her throat.

Her face was hot with humiliation, her eyes glossy and pouring tears as she gagged around his c**k, but her p***y was dripping and she could feel it running down her thighs.

She loved being humiliated and degraded by him. She loved the thought of him using her however he pleased and she loved that he was taking everything she had to give.

He held his c**k down her throat for a little longer this time and when her nails began to dig into his thighs he smirked, “What’s the matter, baby? Can’t breathe? I would say beg for air but you can’t, seeing as you’ve got my c**k shoved so far down your throat that I can see the bulge.”

Mia moaned at his harsh and humiliating words and when he finally pulled back, she gasped and whined, already pulling him back.

“So desperate for me anywhere inside of you, aren’t you Principessa? A little c**k slüt for Daddy,” he growled and pulled her off of him by her hair.

“On the bed, spread those pretty creamy thighs for me. Show Daddy how well you listen, baby,” he said as he caressed her face.

She moved to the bed, laying on her back as she spread her legs for him, showing off the moisture that soaked her s*x and her thighs.

"Fück, Mia,” he moaned as he looked at her soaking thong, “You liked that, didn’t you,” he asked in a curious and awe-like tone, “You like when Daddy’s rough with you?”

Mia nodded and whined, “Yes, Daddy.”

He couldn’t think for too long or he’d remember that this was his stepdaughter, his little girl, his princess...

But he already was!

She was still his little girl and he wanted to f*****g ruin her and she’d let him.

“You said you saved yourself for me,” he looked down at her perfectly pink and juicy and untouched p***y like a man starved before looking back up into her eyes.

“I have,” she nodded and bit her lip before continuing, ”I haven’t even touched myself. It’s completely yours.”

His brows raised, “Not even you? Oh, Principessa, what a gift you’ve given me,” he leaned down and kissed her gently, the first kiss they’d shared.

"Sarò gentile, piccola,” he whispered and kissed her again as he lined himself up at her entrance and began pushing in.

There was resistance, so much resistance that Vincent was afraid he’d seriously tear her apart as she flinched, whined, and whimpered.

He just went slow and kissed her temple, her cheek, her nose and whispered, ”Lo so, Principessa, lo so. Mi dispiace piccola. Solo un po ’di più.”

Vincent was too worried about keeping her comfortable that he didn’t realize how amazing it felt to be in such a fresh and tight little canal again!

He hadn’t taken a virginity since he was a 17-year-old kid and here he was, a 36-year-old man, taking his stepdaughters virginity that she saved specifically for him.

When his hips met hers they both moaned, her nails indenting his back with crescent-shaped marks, his c**k splitting her almost in half.

“Oh, God! Daddy, it’s too much,” she whimpered as a fat tear rolled down into her hairline.

"Apri gli occhi, piccola,” he whispered and kissed away the tear.

As her eyes met his he smiled and kissed her again, smoothing her hair, “This is it, Princess. You’ve taken all of me like a good little girl.”

She let out a sigh of relief as the pain started to dissipate, “There’s no more?”

He chuckled and moved his hips in a circle, causing Mia to moan as he rubbed against her walls, “There’s no more. You’ve got it all, sweetheart.”

“Oh, good. I really need you to kiss me now, Daddy,” she whispered and ran her hands up into his hair.

“Of course. Anything for my Princess,” he smiled and brought his lips down to her, careful to not put too much of his body weight on her.

As he slipped his tongue between her lips and caressed hers, he pulled out slightly, drinking in Mia’s hiss, and then pushed back in, drinking in her little moan.

He continued this, pulling out more and more as time went on until only the head was left and then pushed back in, listening to her little ‘Daddy’ as his hips met hers again.

"Sei una brava ragazza. You take me so well. Listen to those pretty moans. Ne hai bisogno di più, Principessa?”

“Yes, Daddy, please give me more,” she begged, wrapping her legs around his waist.

And as he sped up, pounding into her, he relished in the fact that it was him and only him who had ever made her sound this way, to feel this way.

He felt her start to clench around his c**k and he knew she would c*m soon, most likely for the first time and so he moved faster and went deeper to get her there.

“Oh, Daddy, right there! I’m—I think—.”

“—Sì, Principessa! Dallo A me,” he growled through clenched teeth as her nails raked down his back.

And as she came, her walls pulsing around like a fücking vice grip, she shrieked out, “Daddy!”

It only took a few more thrusts while her walls clenched around him for his orgasm to hit hard.

He pulled out as he felt it hit and jerked the head until his milky white cüm splashed across her stomach and breasts.

Her legs fell away from his hips and she giggled as she ran a finger through his c*m, bringing that finger to her lips for a taste, much to his amazement.

“I really am a dirty girl, Daddy,” she grinned and took another finger full into her mouth.

He smirked and spread the cüm around as if rubbing it into her skin, ”Now you’re a dirty girl. Let’s go take a shower and I’ll clean you up, Princess.”

She let him pull her up, “Are you sure you’ll clean me up or will you make me even dirtier?”

He turned around as they walked into her bathroom and he smirked again, “If you’re a good girl, I’ll do both.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered and turned on the hot water.

***

“Did you two have a good day,” Mia’s mom asked from across the table.

“I know I did. I can’t speak for Daddy though,” Mia answered, glancing out of the corner of her eye at Vinny who was sat, like a good and faithful husband, beside her mom.

“Aren’t you getting a little too old to be calling him ‘Daddy’, Mia,” her mother chastised, causing Mia to frown, her eyes cast down as she picked at her food.

“I don’t mind it, Eliza. Mia’s my little Principessa, and I had a good day as well,” he assured Mia with a sweet smile as she looked up at him with a mega-watt smile.

Mia’s mom harrumphed and then took a sip of her wine, “What exactly did you two do all day?”

“Oh, we shopped,” Vinny answered nonchalantly.

“And spent some much needed ‘Mia and Daddy’ time together,” Mia said sweetly.

“And then got ready to come meet you,” Vinny finished.

“I hope you got appropriate clothing, Mia Mae-Belle,” her mother said in an accusatory tone.

“It was very appropriate, Eliza. Relax, honey. You are too harsh to Mia,” he rubbed his thumb over Mia’s mom’s hand in a soothing gesture that made Mia want to throw up.

“I know,” Eliza sighed, “I just don’t want boys to take advantage of her because of her clothing. She’s my little girl and I just worry.”

Vincent cleared his throat and looked at Mia while Eliza looked down at her plate, “She’s my little girl too and I promise to look after her. No boys will touch her while I’m around.”

He felt protective before today but now he felt protective and possessive of his naughty but sweet little Princess.

“No boys until she’s 30 and maybe not even then. Isn’t that right, Principessa," Vincent narrowed his dark eyes at her in a threatening manner that caused Mia’s panties to dampen.

“Of course, Daddy. You’re the only boy I need,” she smiled reassuringly.

She knew she’d never want anyone else but him anyways.

Mia was Daddy’s little girl through and through and she was sure that’s how Vinny liked her best.