AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Four days of hot stepdaughter pussy and I was already a wreck. She was an addiction, invading every waking thought. The floodgates had truly opened, months of forbidden lust spilling out like an oil slick, coating my whole fucking world. I was listless at work without the deep fear of dread, not caring shit for office politics and all the usual bullshit. I’d also been ignoring the estate agent’s calls. Completion of sale, I figured, on my piddly last apartment. The last part of me.
I yanked the chain around Aimee’s neck, breaking the contact.
“Stand for me,” I said. “Give Daddy a twirl.”
She did as commanded, ever more the obedient subject. Her babydoll dress kissed the tops of her thighs, veiling the smooth little slit I craved so badly. I stopped her mid-twirl, lifting the lace to admire her smooth backside. I gave her a healthy slap, craving the bloom on her skin.
“Yes, Daddy...” she purred.
The girl was insatiable, just like me.
“Bend, baby, let me fill you up.”
She folded at the waist, gripping her ankles to hold herself in position. I pulled aside the lace of her panties, breathing in the heady scent of her. I teased her hot little pussy with my tongue, only stopping to suck her soft rosy lips between my teeth. “Come for Daddy,” I murmured.
My instruction was so beautiful in its simplicity. Come for me, just like that. I felt her shift her weight, relaxing into the privilege. God, how I buried my face in that cunt like she was my only salvation. Maybe she was.
I felt the sudden urge to confess all. Cough up my woes to my dirty angel and tell her what a loser Daddy really was.
Hey, baby, Daddy used to be a big shot. He used to have ten houses and a Porsche. Daddy used to have a villa in Spain and a sailboat off the Devon coast. He used to fuck a different woman every night and only drink champagne from tight, young pussy.
That’s who Daddy was. Until Daddy lost it all in the financial crash.
Until Daddy tried to save his fortune by online gambling.
Until Daddy became an alcoholic loser. Playing online poker in company time.
Daddy was almost bankrupt. Almost homeless. Almost unemployed.
Until Louise Rowley.
“Daddy?” Aimee wheezed. “What’s up with you?”
“What?” I grunted.
She stared back at me, eyebrows high. “You stopped.”
I narrowed my eyes. “And?”
She turned away. “Sorry, I just... never mind.”
I slapped her ass again, harder this time. “Don’t question me.”
“Sorry...” she breathed. “You just told me to come for you, and then stopped two minutes later. Is it some weird test or something?”
I jabbed my thumb in her asshole, steering her away from my inconsistency. “I want your dirty little hole around my cock, Aimee, understand?”
I slumped back in the armchair, working my dick as she positioned herself over me. “Whatever you want, Daddy,” she giggled.
She impaled herself with brutal determination, gasping as my cock spread her wide. Her face was a picture, teeth gritted hard in concentration, eyes closed tight as she adjusted to the intrusion. I twisted my fingers in the ring on her collar, pulling her forward enough to plant a hot wet kiss on her open mouth. I bucked underneath her, bouncing her easily on my hips until I was buried all the way inside. She groaned into my mouth, begging for more. Harder, Daddy, harder. Dirty bitch.
“Finger your pussy,” I said. “Deep.”
She pushed one skinny little finger inside herself, hesitating far too long before taking another.
“Three,” I said. “Take three and I’ll let you ride another cock. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Two big cocks in your tight little holes.”
Yeah, we’d been talking about it – running through the fantasies in her diary.
Clearly, she did want two big cocks in her tight little holes. It was littered right the way through the pages, and her face lit up at the thought. She fucked herself like a trooper, grimacing for just a second as she forced her three fingers all the way in. I loved seeing her that way. Loved seeing her exposed and filthy, free in her darkness.
“How does it feel, baby?”
“It hurts,” she hissed. “Good hurt.”
I could feel myself veering off the rails, heading for the cliff of self-destruction. She was all that was left, my final toy, my only remaining indulgence.
The only sound between us was the slap of her thighs against mine. I twisted her sweet little tit in my hand, gripping her hard. She threw her head back, rolling into my attack. “Fucking hell...” she moaned. “Jesus Christ, I’m gonna come so hard.”
Aimee was a wreck. A bucking, wheezing, twitching wreck, jerking around on my cock like a fish on a line. I exploded along with her, shooting my load all the way inside her filthy little ass.
She caught her breath, moaning as she raised herself from my cock. “Ow,” she cried. “Fucking ow!”
