DADDY'S SUIT
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Chapter one
Marcus sat in the dim glow of his study, the rest of the house was covered in silence. His wife,
Elena, had left for another one of her week-long business trips that morning. The click of her
suitcase wheels in the hallway still replayed in his head. It was just him and Katie now, again.
He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to push the thought away. Katie, his stepdaughter,
Twenty-one years old, home from college for the summer after some drama she wouldn’t talk
about. She had always been a handful, but lately she was impossible.
She walked around the house like she owned it, wearing those tiny cotton shorts that barely
covered the curve of her ass and thin tank tops with no bra. The kind where her n*****s pressed
against the fabric whenever the AC kicked on. Marcus told himself it was normal to notice. He
was a man, after all but noticing and stroking his c**k to her i********: stories in the shower
were two different things. Lately, the line has been blurring worse every day.
Tonight the house felt too quiet and empty. He poured himself a whiskey, then another and
another. Before he knew it, he was in his study with the door locked, laptop open, scrolling
through the hidden folder he’d created months ago.
There she was.
A photo from last summer: Katie in a tiny red bikini by the pool, water dripping down her
stomach, laughing at something on her phone. Another one she’d posted in her stories:mirror
selfie in black lace lingerie, biting her lip, one hand pulling the waistband down just enough to
tease. She’d posted the video briefly before deleting it. Dancing in her room to some filthy song,
hips rolling, ass shaking in nothing but a thong and a cropped hoodie.
Marcus’s c**k was already straining against his sweatpants. He pulled it out, thick and heavy,
veins standing out along the shaft. Pre-c*m beaded at the tip as he wrapped his fist around
himself.
“Just this once,” he muttered, like he wasn't always saying that anytime he's about to
masturbate to her videos.
He hit play on the video and leaned back in the leather chair. The sound of her soft laughter
filled the room as she twirled, the thong disappearing between her firm cheeks. Marcus stroked
slowly at first, savoring it, thumb spreading the slickness over the head. His breathing grew
ragged. “Katie…” he groaned under his breath. The guilt twisted in his gut, sharp and hot, but it only
made him harder. This was so f*****g wrong. She was his wife’s daughter, he’d watched her
grow up. And now here he was, jerking his fat c**k to her like some perverted old man.
He tightened his grip, pumping faster, eyes locked on the way her t**s bounced under that
hoodie. He imagined pulling it up, sucking on those perky n*****s until she moaned his name.
Imagined bending her over the desk and burying himself inside her tight little p***y.
“f**k, Katie… such a teasing little slut,” he whispered, voice hoarse. His balls drew up tight. He
was close already. Too close.
The fantasy took over. He pictured her on her knees, looking up at him with those big brown
eyes while he fed her every inch. That did it. Marcus let out a deep, guttural groan as he came
hard, thick ropes of c*m shot across his stomach and chest, pulse after pulse, while he kept
stroking and staring at her frozen image on the screen.
“Jeezz…” he panted, head falling back against the chair.
The sound of the door creaking open behind him shattered the afterglow like ice water.
Marcus froze.
Katie stood in the doorway in a cropped t-shirt and sleep shorts, phone in her hand, camera
light blinking red. Her eyes were wide, lips parted in shock that quickly melted into something
else. Something dangerous.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, but there was no horror in her voice. Only delight.
“f**k…Katie!” He scrambled to cover himself, c*m still streaking his skin, c**k twitching in his
hand. “Get out!”
She didn’t move. Instead, she took a slow step inside and closed the door behind her with a soft
click. “I came home early from the party. Heard noises. Thought maybe you were hurt.” Her
gaze dropped to the mess on his stomach, then to the screen where her own picture still
glowed. “Guess I was wrong.”
Marcus’s heart hammered against his ribs. “Delete that right now.”
Katie smiled, sweet and sharp. She replayed the video on her phone. His own voice filled the
room again,low, broken, moaning her name as he came. “Say it again, Daddy. I want to hear
how you sound when you c*m thinking about your stepdaughter.”
The word ‘Daddy’ hit him like a slap. His spent c**k gave a pathetic twitch anyway.
“You’re twenty-one,” he growled, trying to regain control. “This is insane. Delete it or I’ll—”
“Or you’ll what?” She stepped closer, close enough that he could smell the perfume on her skin.
“Tell Mom? Explain why you have a secret folder of my nudes and why you were jerking off so
hard you didn’t even hear me come in?” She tilted her head. “I don’t think so.”
Marcus wiped himself with a tissue, hands shaking. Shame burned through him, but underneath
it, something darker stirred. Something that had been waiting.
Katie watched him for a long moment, biting her lower lip. Then her voice dropped, soft and
commanding in a way that made his stomach tighten.
“Tomorrow morning after breakfast, you’re going to eat my p***y until I c*m. And you’re going to
do it exactly as I tell you.” She held up the phone. “Or this video goes to Mom, my friends,
maybe even a few of your business contacts. Your choice, Marcus.”
She turned and walked out, hips swaying, leaving the door open behind her.
Marcus sat there in the dark, heart racing, c**k already half-hard again despite having just c*m.
The house felt different now.
He didn’t sleep much that night.
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The next morning, sunlight poured through the kitchen windows. Katie strolled in wearing
nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh with no bra. Her n*****s were
visible through the thin white fabric. She poured herself coffee like nothing had happened, then
turned to him with a bright smile.
“Sleep well… Daddy?”
Marcus gripped his mug tighter. “Katie, we need to talk about this.”
“No talking.” She hopped up on the kitchen island, legs spreading slightly. The t-shirt rode up,
revealing she wasn’t wearing panties. Her p***y was smooth, already glistening. “You have a
debt to pay. Get on your knees.”
He stared, throat dry. “This is crazy.”
She held up her phone and pressed play. His own desperate groans filled the kitchen. *Katie…
fuck…*
Marcus dropped to his knees.
The tile was cold against his skin. Katie spread her legs wider, one foot resting on his shoulder.
Up close, she smelled sweet and musky, arousal already shining on her folds.
“Start slow,” she ordered, voice breathy. “Use your tongue on my c**t and don’t you dare stop
until I tell you.”
He leaned in, hesitant at first, then dragged his tongue up her slit. Katie gasped, fingers
threading into his hair. “That’s it. Lick your stepdaughter’s p***y like you mean it.”
Marcus groaned against her, the taste of her flooding his mouth. He licked deeper, circling her
clit, sucking gently. Katie’s hips rolled against his face, grinding shamelessly.
“f**k, you’re good at this,” she moaned. “All those years being a responsible husband and
you’ve been hiding this tongue from me?”
He sucked her c**t harder, sliding two fingers inside her tight heat, she was soaked. The wet
sounds were obscene in the bright kitchen. Katie’s breathing turned into sharp little cries. She
gripped his hair tighter, f*****g herself on his face.
“Don’t stop…right there…I’m gonna c*m!”
Her thighs clamped around his head as she came with a shuddering moan, p***y pulsing
around his fingers. Marcus kept licking her through it, drunk on her taste, his own cock
rock-hard and leaking in his pants.
Katie finally pushed him back, chest heaving, cheeks flushed. A satisfied little smirk played on
her lips as she looked down at him—face shiny with her juices, eyes dark with shame and lust.
“Good boy,” she purred, patting his cheek. “That’s just the beginning.”
She slid off the island, t-shirt falling back into place, and left him kneeling there on the kitchen
floor, heart pounding and c**k aching.
Marcus wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, already knowing he was completely f****d.
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