Erotica Chronicles: A Steamy Collection

Going down on daddy

“You look so much like your mother,” Louis eventually remarked after hours of sitting and staring in silence.

My mom, before disappearing on yet another business trip, introduced me to my new dad that she took as a souvenir from her girl’s trip to Paris. Who knew my new daddy would be such a young, buff hunky step-daddy with a killer French accent. Just listening to him speak made me horny.

His hand cupped the suddenly obvious bulge in his jeans. “So much like her.”

My eyes locked on his hand, his bulge. Surely he wasn’t endowed well enough to cause such a large bulge while flaccid. Was he aroused? Getting hard just looking at me?

I cleared my throat. “Kinda sorta stole this dress from her sooo....”

Why was my voice an octave lower?

He stared shamelessly at my boobs. I have to admit, they were a quite impressive pair. I inherited the cleavage to pull it off from Mom.

“Hey, Frenchie, my eyes are up here.”

“I know.” he said.

“I could get lost in those gorgeous eyes,” Our eyes locked, and it sucked what little air I had left out of my lungs. He really turned it on. “Those wicked, hungry eyes.” He moaned so low I almost couldn’t hear it. He gave his c**k a squeeze.

“I-I don’t think my new Daddy should make me squirm like this,” I whispered, unable to speak normally. “Or feel like this.”

“Oh, I’ll be your daddy,your big big daddy.” Louis unzipped and pulled out the biggest, most beautiful c**k I’d ever seen. My knees went weak, and my mouth started watering. He stroked it once, twice, and I gasped with each stroke.

“This is wrong, Louis.”

“You want me. I want you,” he said. He gave his c**k another stroke. “What is wrong with that? Come to me. Go down on me.”

“No!” I cried. My eyes locked on his c**k. So damn beautiful. I so wanted a taste. “You’re married to my mother.”

“Nothing wrong with desire, ma petit,” Louis growled out low in that too sexy French accent. "You wrap those beautiful lips around my p***s, and then you get what you want. I get what I want. We both get it out of our system, and life goes on.”

My p***y was achy and wet, feeling so sexy and ready.

“Please, I’m not good at saying no,” I whispered. Beads of sweat prickled my skin as I panted lightly, all squishy hot inside.

“Then saying nothing. Drop to your knees, crawl to me, and go down on me,” he said, every word like a bell sending erotic ripples through my body and mind. “Come to me, ma petit.”

My knees buckled, but I caught myself before I knelt. If my knees touched the floor I was a goner. My eyes dropped to his c**k. It looked even bigger and harder. One drop of pre-c*m had slid down his length to his hairy balls. Two more drops were slowly going down his shaft. I wanted to lick them off and savor that heady taste. Then I saw the fourth drop of pre-c*m bead on the tip of his d**k.

My knees hit the floor.

I unzipped my dress, rose up on my knees, and pulled it down to my waist. His eyes burned into my t**s while licking his lips. Lips I wanted to lick so badly. Wiggling more than I needed to, I worked the snug dress over my hips and butt, and then dropped to all fours and crawled towards him.

When I reached for his jeans, pulling his hand off his c**k, “Let me take care of that for you, Louis. Or do you want me to call you ‘Daddy?’”

I held his c**k up, admiring it up close. His d**k was all shiny from pre-c*m he spread while stroking it. I nuzzled his nut sack, taking in his heady scent. Why did I love the smell of c**k and balls so much?

“Call me daddy,” he said. That sent hot tingles through my body. So naughty. So damned naughty.

“Anything you want, Daddy,” I purred, hitting him with my sultriest gaze for a long second. Then I gave his balls a firm lick. And another. “Mmmm, I love balls. Your balls are nice and big and hairy. Mmm.”

“I’m about to blow, Cassie. Hurry, go down on me.”

I almost giggled. “You’re about to blow? I’m the one on her knees.” He just groaned. I don’t think he got my humor.

“Don’t worry, Daddy. I'll take care of you,” I purred, giving the head a lick and kiss. I licked his c**k from the base up. All around. Rolling my tongue all over and around his head, I watched his body twitch and his face fill with bliss. He buried his hands in my thick hair, rubbing my scalp.

“Oh, Daddy, watch me go down on you,” I said, pulling my long hair back and to the side so he could see my mouth. That forced one of his hands out of my hair, but I don’t think he minded.

My lips parted slowly, and the hungriest look filled his face. A look that sent a thrill shivering up my spine. I guided his c**k to my lips and slowly let him penetrate.

“Uuuggggh, oui, ma petit. Oui. Oui,” he groaned out. Bobbing my head, I took a little more c**k in with each stroke. He was nice and thick, and it strained my jaw. It was wonderful, and he really loved what I was doing. No man ever showed his pleasure like Louis.

“Mmmmmm,” I hummed. He rose up on his toes. “Mmmmmmm.” I wondered if he’d ever gotten a hummer before. He seemed surprised.

“You are so beautiful, Cassie. So beautiful,” he murmured, looking like he was lost deep in his own pleasure. I worked my tongue, my lips, using suction and every trick I knew to make it the best blowjob he'd ever have.

“Oooh, oui. You are so good. Just like that. Keep doing that.”

His c**k hardened a bit in my mouth. His “keep doing that” was his c**k head tapping the back of my throat. Unfortunately, my lips were nowhere near the base of his shaft. There was only one thing to do. I prepared myself, giving him a few more bobs, and then took him down my throat.

“Deep throat?” he said, gasping loudly “Oh! Oui! Oui!”

I took him down my throat three times, and the third time was the charm. Louis came hard, gasping and shuddering as hot, creamy jizm filled my throat. I swallowed and swallowed it down, enjoying the warmth and flavour of all that deliciousness shot across my tongue.

“Mmm, tasty,” I said, smacking my lips as I sat back on my legs. Louis collapsed to his knees before me, looking spent. He had the most dreamy bedroom eyes.

“Was it good for you, Daddy?”

He leaned forward and fell on me. We ended up with him on top, face to face, and his body laying between my wide spread legs.

“It was divine, ma petit,” he said, and kissed me.