One Shots

Just a Daddy's Girl

When I was 7, my parents divorced and the next year, my mom got remarried. He was younger, of course, and it drove my dad crazy. He ended up moving to a different state and we haven't talked or seen each other in years. My stepdad, Paul, has really stepped up. He's there for every cheer practice, every play, everything--there to support me even when mom is busy working. I'm 18 now but I am still a daddy's girl at heart.

On this particular evening, I couldn't sleep so I went downstairs to grab a midnight snack and a drink. As I walked into the hallway, I heard strange noises. I know my mom was upstairs still because I could hear her snoring as I left my room, so I concluded it was Paul. Maybe he was watching a weird movie or something. I stepped into the room and saw him on the couch, c*ck in hand with his laptop next to him. Even from the doorway, I could see the video and it was clearly p*rn. Big deal, people have needs. But what really stuck me was that the girl looked eerily like me, and then I heard it.

"Oh, daddy f*ck me," came out of the speakers and at that moment Paul groaned and came. He hadn't noticed me yet, so I tiptoed away with a strange twisting feeling in my gut and a surprising dampness in my panties.

I got in bed, willing myself to sleep, but I was even more awake now than before. The girl's voice echoed in my head and I envisioned myself saying it to Paul, his hard body pressed against me, his thick c*ck filling me up. I was suddenly overcome with need and my hands flew to my panties, rubbing my c**t desperately. It took only minutes before I was a panting mess and as I came like I never had before, Paul's name escaped my mouth as a moan. Not a minute later, I could swear I heard footsteps, then the creak of a door. F*ck, someone was out there and they heard me. I could still hear mom snoring so that only left Paul.

The next morning I came downstairs for breakfast and pretended last night never happened. Paul and mom sat at the table and we had normal small talk but somehow I was hyper aware of my body. Each time my hand grazed Paul's or he looked my way, I felt like I was stuck by lightning.

"Oh, honey, I have some bad news," mom said with a frown.

"I got called to a conference last minute and it's out of town. I'll be gone for the next week."

"So I'm home alone?" I asked hopefully, already planning a party in my head.

"Absolutely not. You may be 18 but you're still in high school. Paul will stay home and watch you."

I glanced at him and saw a quick wink and a smirk. What the hell was that? And why are my panties flooded?

Mom left that afternoon so we decided to get pizza and have a movie night. Paul convinced me we should watch something scary, even though I'm a total wuss about scary movies. The first scare, I leapt of my seat.

"Oh sweetie," he chuckled. "Come here," he said, patting his lap. I sat with him, wriggling in anticipation of the next thrilling moment. It wasn't long before I felt something strange. Paul tried to move me away, but I could feel his erection pressing against me. He quickly covered himself with a blanket and played it off, but the thought of him hard filled my head. I thought of the image I had of him shooting his hot c*m to a video of a girl begging for her daddy to f*ck her. I couldn't wait any longer.

I paused the movie and stared at him.

"Are you going to say it or am I?"

"What are you talking about baby girl?" he asked nervously.

"We both know there's an elephant in this room and I can't look past it anymore. I just don't want to." I sat on top of him, straddling his legs so my crotch was against his. I could feel his c*ck straining against his pants.

"What do you want me to say? This is wrong and I have to be an adult. Just because I would love to plunge my c*ck deep into you until you scream my name doesn't mean it's right or something we can do." He said, refusing to look at me.

"Daddy, please, I want you," I pleaded as I grinded my wet panties against him.

"F*ck," he groaned. Before I knew it, he had me pushed down on the couch, ripping my clothes off. His mouth was needy, leaving wet kisses across my body. He gently bit my n*****s as his hands rubbed against my wet hole. He pushed in a finger and I moaned.

"Oh baby girl, you're so tight. Are you still a virgin?"

I nodded in embarrassment.

"That's a good girl, saving herself for daddy. I'm going to make you feel so good."

His finger slid out and soon I felt his hot breath against my s*x. His tongue lapped up my juices and he circled my c**t at a steady rhythm. He brought his fingers back, moving up to two, then three. He withdrew his hand and licked my wetness off his fingers.

"You taste amazing baby girl, so sweet," he murmured. I could hear the rip of a package and then saw him slide a condom over his throbbing c*ck.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, giving me an out. I shook my head.

"I want this. I want you."

Paul stood over me, lining himself up with my hole. I felt like I was being ripped in half as he slowly pushed in.

"You okay, sweetie?" He asked with concern. I nodded.

"I'm all the way in now. You let me know when you're ready to continue."

I let my body adapt to his presence, feeling our bodies against each other, him filling me in a way I'd never felt before. After a few minutes, I began to move against him and he got the hint. He gently, lovingly f*cked me, his d**k sliding in and out. I could feel myself dripping into the couch and I moved my body with his, desperate for release. As we both got closer to finishing, his movements became more forceful, pounding into me and bringing me to my limit.

"F*ck daddy, I'm, I'm gonna c*m!"

"Yes, c*m for me, c*m on this d**k," he grunted.

Stars came across my vision and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. My p*ssy clenched around him and I felt super sensitive. It wasn't long before he was c*mming too, filling the condom. He lay over me, panting heavily.

"I love you baby girl."

"I love you too daddy."

I think we're going to have a good week while mom's gone.