Claim Me, Daddy

I'm psychotic

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Zoe's POV

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I’m a psychotic, messed-up slut.

​The reason I’m saying this is because every time I look at my stepfather, I just want him to grab my legs, stretch them back, and drive that thick c**k as deep as it can go… until I can't breathe.

​Don't believe me?

​Hold on. I’m about to show you.

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“Dad?!” I called for the fifth time before finally opening the door and letting myself in. Great, he was gone.

My eyes scanned his office, the perfect four-square room that was the only one that served as the best c*m-sturbation room in this whole mansion.

“Perfect.” I said as my eyes landed on his computer, which was on his desk. Quickly I tiptoed to it even though I had made sure no one else was home but me.

With my father gone for golf with his buddies, I had at least an hour, and I didn't want to waste it, so sitting in his chair, which still smelled of him, I went into his computer files to search for the videos that brought heaven to my eyes, and bingo, he was just in the middle of editing one.

“Oh yes.” I said and then stood up and pulled my shorts down. I didn't have any panties on, so we were good. Quickly I pulled my top up so my little t**s were free, then I parted my legs and played the video, and what a bonus! The video was about a stepdaddy and stepdaughter, just my fantasy and what I've been craving lately.

“Ah yes, Daddy." The girl in the video cried out as the man slammed his c**k in her p***y, and oh God, I just knew she felt amazing because I, from just the screen, was already shivering; I didn't even touch myself yet.

Slowly as the video went on, I started rubbing my small boobs, squeezing the t**s hard, my eyes focused on the computer at the girl moaning for her stepdaddy.

My hand went lower, my imagination running wild as instead of my hands I saw my dad's, rubbing deliberately and slowly upward to my hips. I leaned back in the chair, and god, it smelled great. Now with my legs apart, I started grinding, moaning slightly at the sensation of my own hands as they crept up to where I craved to be touched, but then I heard my name.

“Zoe!” f**k, I quickly sat up; it couldn't be Dad. He wasn't supposed to be back for like another hour; that's how it always went. It has been going on for two weeks now, and never had this happened.

Yes, I would lie in bed all day, but as soon as it's three, I would go and take a shower. Then by four, he says goodbye and goes for his golf thing. I wait twenty minutes before creeping to his office, where I watch one of the porn videos he's editing. Then I fantasize about him and c*m deliciously; that's how it always goes.

“Zoe?” Dad walked right through the door, and I quickly got on my feet.

“Dad.” I said, pulling up my shorts. s**t, my brain froze for a second, and I forgot to hide.

“What are you doing in my office?” He asked, closing the door and taking a few steps in, and oh God, he was in his golfing clothes, showing muscles that I think just gave me an orgasm as they flexed.

“Um, yeah, I was just… helping clean.” I said quickly and started dusting his desk by blowing on it, "Here, all clean.” I pretended; gosh, my cheeks were painful right now from all the blowing.

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow and did that thing that always made my c**t twitch in excitement. “You were cleaning?” He sounded surprised, and that's because of my situation.

Gerald, or let me say, Dad, was my mother's husband; they got married five years ago after she quit the porn industry. Oh yeah, my mother was a porn star.

Well, Gerald apparently ran the company she worked for, hence the reason he had so many videos to edit. From what I've picked up with their conversations with Mom, he edited best, and despite his company being worth a billion dollars, he did it himself.

Gerald is the only father figure I had in my life; growing up, it was just my mom and me. Being a pornstar, I'm sure it won't shock you that she didn't know who my father is. Well, she made money, enough to hire private tutors because she didn't want me going to school and being made fun of; hence, I've been homeschooled my whole life.

Mom was pretty lonely, I could tell. Well, then she met Gerald, and they were happy; they fell in love and got married, only to find out Mom was dying, and her last wish was to get married, and Gerald, who had been her boss for a few years, offered to marry her only for them to both fall in love.

I buried my mother three weeks ago, and ever since then I've been fantasizing about the man she loved with all her heart, cumming to his images, and what's worse, I actually didn't feel guilty about it.

"Your shirt…” he said, snapping me out of my thoughts, and that's when I looked down and realized it was still up with my boobs bare.

“Um…” I quickly pushed it down; oh god, this wasn't supposed to happen.

“You know…” He said, coming toward me, and I quickly moved from the computer. "I have cameras here,” he said, now going through his computer. "I know what you've been doing the past two weeks.” He added, and before I could deny it, an audio played, and it was of me, playing with my pigtails first, before I started touching myself and calling out his name.

I said everything I was doing. That's how I remembered what I did at that moment.

“Oh yes, Daddy, just like that!” That was me crying from the computer; slowly I turned to look to see if there was a video when I was met with Daddy's c**k. He had shoved down his pants, and oh my god, it was just as beautiful as I imagined.

Thick, hard of c*m that made my mouth wet. I just wanted to get on my little knees and suck it dry.

"I've been jerking to your videos.” His hand was now slowly running through his beautiful c**k; holy f**k, it made my t**s hard, especially hearing he's been jerking to my videos and that he's been recording me secretly, creepy in a way that made my c**t twitch.