Girlfriend's Bratty Daughter

I looked across the restaurant table at her and noticed her grinning at me. I felt movement on my trousers, inching higher, and glancing down I saw a stocking-clad foot gliding upwards, over my knee, over my thigh, and finally coming to rest on my crotch.

"So," Sarah asked me, "do you want to stop over at mine tonight?" she said seductively.

"Stay over, all night? What about Hannah?" I asked.

"She won't see you, she's gone to a house party somewhere, and won't be back until the early hours if at all tonight," Sarah told me, then grinned.

I nodded yes, and told her I was looking forward to it. I put my hand under the table, grabbed her ankle, and rubbed her foot hard across my growing bulge. Sarah grinned back when I told her we might have to wait a little while before I could walk out without anyone staring.

She wasn't my usual type, being as tall as me at 5' 11" in her heels, with long blonde hair, and a quiet nature but with a sense of humour, with a slim model-type figure. I usually went with curvier, louder more outgoing girls, but after four marriages and four divorces, I think I'd realised it was time for a change.

We'd been seeing each other for three weeks, and although we'd had sex it had always been at the flat I shared with a work colleague, usually meaning it was quick sex and then getting showered while he was out. Hannah was Sarah's nineteen-year-old daughter from a previous marriage. Although I hadn't met her yet, I'd heard her reputation for being a bit of an arsehole to anyone her mum met and dated, telling her they weren't a patch on her dad and would never replace him. Their marriage had ended when he'd been caught having an affair, but that didn't change Hannah's godlike view of him.

We eventually got a taxi home and as expected Hannah was out. Sarah was careful to make sure we didn't leave any clothing lying about as we went upstairs, and we fucked for what seemed like an eternity, eventually falling asleep. We slept until Sarah bolted up in bed, waking me as she did so, and I heard someone crashing loudly around the house. As I went to get up to see who it was, a voice shouted out.

"Mum! Mum! Are you in?" Hannah was shouting out.

Sarah looked at the clock, it was only 7.30 am. She got up and wrapped a dressing gown around herself, then opened the door.

"Hannah, a little less noise please, it's very early," she called out.

"Fuck off, I'll make as much noise as I want. Hurry up and get dressed and make my breakfast," Hannah shouted back.

Sarah turned to me and asked me to stay quietly in bed while she sorted her out. I told her to stay in bed and let Hannah do her own food, but Sarah sighed and said it wasn't a problem. She walked off downstairs and I heard Hannah tell her it was about time.

I learnt over the next few weeks that Sarah didn't want to upset Hannah as she was her only daughter. A few times now she sneaked me in and I'd had to bite my tongue listening to the way she spoke to her while I stayed hidden in the bedroom. Finally, after around a month, I dressed and went downstairs where Hannah and Sarah were.

"Who the fuck are you?" Hannah scowled as she saw me.

"Hannah, this is Mike, we're seeing each other at the moment," Sarah answered.

"Well you won't last, they never do, so you might as well leave now," Hannah instructed.

"Actually I'm going nowhere, in fact, your mum has asked if I want to move in here," I gloated.

Hannah pulled a face at me as her mouth opened in shock, Sarah looked at me puzzled and then smiled.

"You want to move in here, that's fine with me," Sarah gushed.

"Well, it looks like we'll be getting to know each other then Hannah," I told her.

She pulled a face and walked off and I watched as she left the room. I turned to see Sarah smiling at me.

"Where did that come from?" she laughed.

"Sorry, it was out of the blue, a spur-of-the-moment decision. You don't mind do you?" I asked.

Sarah responded by giving me a big kiss and then went to shower. I sat on the sofa, thinking how Hannah had been. She intrigued me. She seemed very hot-headed, loud, a little like my ex-wives. I'd only seen her fleetingly, but her long red hair and pale skin contrasted against her very dark almost black eyes. She looked a lot curvier than her mum, her arse particularly round in her jeans. I was talking in the kitchen later with Sarah when Hannah came downstairs, and ignoring us talking walked straight to her mum.

"Mum, give me £10 please," she growled.

Sarah went to pick up her purse and I gave her a funny look.

"Hannah, you could ask nicely, what do you need the money for?" I asked.

"Shut up, I was talking to my mum. If you must know it's so I can go to the pub and meet Jake," she snarled.

"Why can't Jake give you the money?" I asked again.

"Jake doesn't work either, they've never got any money," Sarah answered for her.

"Well maybe you both need to get jobs, to learn how to earn your money yourself," I told her.

Hannah snatched the ten-pound note from her mum's hand and then laughed at me, chuckling to herself as she walked off and out of the door. I told Sarah I wasn't happy, and that she shouldn't give into her so easily. Sarah said she didn't want to upset her so it was easier to give her what she wanted.

I was preparing food for the meal that evening while Sarah had gone to the shops for some more ingredients, when Hannah came in the door, holding his hand and pulling a guy in with her. He was skinny with long hair, a lot taller than Hannah.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Hannah cried out.

"I moved in, remember?" I told her.

"I thought we'd be alone?" Jake whispered.

"Don't mind him, pretend he's not here, I do," Hannah laughed, "we're going upstairs," she continued, glaring at me.

I turned up the radio but still heard the unmistakable sounds of a female voice groaning. Just twenty minutes later they came back downstairs and Hannah showed Jake to the door. When she came in I was grinning at her.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?" she asked.

"Busy man is he, got a lot of things to do? Or is he always that quick?" I laughed again.

"Fuck off, like you'd do any better," she scolded, then stomped off upstairs.

At bedtime I made a point of going to the toilet and shutting the door loudly to make sure Hannah was awake and listening, then proceeded to fuck her mum for the next hour, knowing Hannah would be able to hear her moans and groans. When I saw her the next day, she didn't pull her usual face at me, it was a look that almost made it seem like she was impressed with me. I was even more impressed when she asked her mum for some more money, and Sarah told her no. She cried out and started stamping her feet, but Sarah stood her ground. She told her that if she wanted money, she needed to do something to earn it.

When she'd gone to work, I had fifteen minutes to kill before leaving for work myself. Hannah walked in, looking a little sheepish, then asked me if I could give her £20.

"I could, yes, but your mum is right, you need to do something to earn it," I told her.

"Like get a job?" she asked.

"Well, you could help her out around the house while she's at work. Wash the dishes, wash some dirty laundry, even clean and hoover the rooms, your mum will be grateful then," I instructed.

"Hmm, I'll think about it," Hannah sighed.

When I got back from work that evening Sarah was smiling, telling me that Hannah had mopped the bathroom and done a load of washing, hanging it out to dry and then getting it all in and folding it and putting it into piles to be put away. Hannah walked in to see if there was anything to eat, and Sarah gave her £20. Hannah smiled, thanked her, then turned and slyly winked at me.

"What's made her do all this?" I asked.

"I've no idea, but I'm not complaining!" Sarah answered.

I asked Hannah later why she hadn't told her that I'd had a word with her, and she said it would look better if it had been her idea and not mine. I laughed and told her that was cunning, and she smiled.

"Tell me about your dad, what was he like," I asked.

She looked at me puzzled, sighed, and then started to talk. She told me how he was always there for her, how he treated her like a princess while she was growing up, and how protective he was of her. She knew it was mostly because she was an only child and that made him spoil her more. She said it had hurt when he'd left, and that he'd left her behind.

"You need to show your mum you love her too, she's the one left to look after you," I told her, "I'd never try to replace your dad, but I'm always around if you need to talk."

She nodded in agreement and said she'd try to be nicer. As I stood to walk away Hannah suddenly stepped forward and put her arms around my shoulders to hug me in way of thanks. Being a few inches shorter than me her outstretched arms pulled her heavy breasts upwards, her nipples brushing against me, my crotch pushing against her stomach also. I could feel it start to grow and I pulled away, but as I did so Hannah glanced towards my crotch and started to smirk to herself.

When Sarah and I fucked that night, neither of us heard our bedroom door open a little, neither of us heard Hannah standing in the doorway, neither of us heard her biting on her vest top to suppress her moans as she watched my cock sliding into her mum.

"Where are you off to this early?" I heard Sarah ask the following morning.

I turned to where she was looking to see Hannah, wearing denim cut-off shorts and a top that fit her, but was short enough to show off her pierced belly button. She smiled and said nowhere, she just wanted to see her mum before she went to work. Sarah laughed and instinctively picked up her purse, but Hannah told her no. Sarah looked bemused but carried on with what she was doing and then went to get dressed.

"I've been thinking Mike, about what you said about doing jobs to get paid. What about a blowjob?" Hannah giggled.

I looked her up and down, then laughed with her. Her face changed, and she glared at me.

"No, I'm being serious, I'd think £10 would be reasonable for me to suck your cock don't you think?" she purred, biting her lip.

She took a step towards me and her hand rubbed across my crotch. I put my hand on her shoulders and pushed her gently away, telling her no. In reality, my cock was already stirring at the thought, even more staring at her face and imagining dropping a load on there.

"I can tell you want me too, I can see it in your eyes," she giggled, "oh well, I'll just have to do some boring jobs instead."

I didn't know where this change had come from, I didn't know she'd been watching me and assumed she'd just been sexually frustrated. She'd gone from being a gobby little cow to a seducing siren. I carried on getting ready for work while Hannah slouched off back upstairs, and when I went to leave I could hear her moaning as she was masturbating in her room. I laughed and closed the door quietly behind me.

She was like this for the next couple of days, when her mum was around she was her usual obnoxious self, stomping and demanding. She'd give me suggestive looks, brush a finger casually across a nipple, open her legs and slide her hands along her thighs. She seemed to play up more if her mum was in the room like she was seeing how far she could push it without being caught. I was sitting eating at the breakfast bar when things escalated.

Hannah had done her usual and came in and asked her mum for money. She looked tired, having rolled in at around 3 am, and Sarah looked at me before telling her no, she didn't have any for her. Hannah looked at me pleadingly, and I shook my head to say no. When Sarah turned to the sink to wash the breakfast things, Hannah dropped to her knees behind the bar and undid my zip quickly. I knocked her hand away, trying not to make a noise to alert Sarah. Hannah instead ran her hands over my crotch and gasped.

"Did you say something?" Sarah asked, "And where did Hannah go?"

"No I didn't speak, and she's gone back upstairs," I answered.

Hannah grinned up at me, then pulled my cock from my trousers. I put my hand to my mouth as she took my cock in, and surprised me as she took my cock deep into her mouth almost effortlessly. I let her run loose on me for a short while, and then Sarah started to tip the water away having finished. I knew now she'd go upstairs to get changed, having to walk past us as she did so. Quickly I pulled Hannah off my cock, and pointed towards her mum, then moved my hand to make her crawl towards the stairs.

I quickly glanced as Sarah walked around the bar, Hannah wasn't in sight. As Sarah got to the door and opened it to go upstairs, Hannah walked through from the other side like she'd just come back down.

"You owe me £10," she grinned, holding her hand out.

"No chance, you barely sucked it and didn't get anywhere close to making me cum," I sneered.

We kept quiet as Sarah came back into the room, looked at us both, and then said she was off. Hannah undid my zip again and pulled my cock out before the door was shut properly.

"No, I have to go to work soon," I told her.

"What about my fucking money?" she cried out.

"You'd better get busy doing housework," I laughed.

Sarah was late back from work that evening due to having a meeting, so as I went into the house I called out and couldn't hear Hannah. I made myself a drink, then sat on the sofa. Hearing a noise from upstairs I got up and went to listen. I heard a creak of a footstep and sneaked upstairs as quietly as I could. Our bedroom door was slightly ajar, and I peered through. Hannah was in there, crouched by my bedside table.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked as I pushed the door open.

"I was, erm, putting your clothes away," Hannah answered.

I quickly scanned around the room, there were no clothes to be seen on the bed.

"Why are you being so quiet? And why didn't you answer when I called you?" I asked.

"I had headphones in okay?" she retorted.

"Where are they then, your headphones? Because they seem to have disappeared," I asked.

She ignored me and went to walk around the bedroom towards the door, brushing past me as she did so. I quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her hand up, and snatched the money out of her hand.

"What the fuck are you doing? There's £30 here," I asked angrily.

"I needed the money to go out, I haven't done anything around the house, I couldn't be fucking bothered," Hannah snapped back.

I still had a hold of her arm. She was wearing the same cut-off denim shorts as before, plus a t-shirt that stretched tight across her heavy breasts.

"You can't just help yourself, you need teaching a lesson," I told her.

"What the fuck are you going to do, eh?" Hannah replied.

I still don't know why it happened exactly, but I saw red and pulled her towards me. The force pushed me back down to sitting on the bed, Hannah falling across my lap. She kicked to get away, and I pushed an arm across the top of her back to pin her down. She squealed and let out a few choice swear words, and then she moved her knee and pushed it hard into my thigh,

Smack. I bought my hand down hard on her denim-clad arse. She cried out, and more swear words erupted from her mouth. I smacked her again.

"Ouch, you bastard. You'd better not do that again," she called out.

She glanced back at me over her shoulder, a feint glimmer of a smile on her face. I slapped her again.

"You know, if you really wanted it to hurt me more you'd be better off removing my shorts so it's just bare flesh," she teased.

If I'd thought she was winding me up to get me more mad then I was wrong, judging by seeing a hand appear underneath her and undoing the button on her shorts, then pushing the zip down. I could feel her erect nipples digging into my legs, and I knew she could feel my erection digging into her stomach.

I tugged at her shorts, pulling them halfway down her thighs so her legs were clamped, then slapped her buttocks again. Each time I smacked her, she'd cry out and then moan softly. I slapped each buttock in turn, time after time, each one now red and sore.

"Fuck I'm so turned on you bastard, feel what you've done to me," she called back over her shoulder.

I moved my arm from across her back and she didn't try to move. I used both hands to pull her buttocks apart, to see her wet folds staring back at me. A little trickle of her juices ran down her thighs. I slid a hand quickly through the wetness, hearing her groan loudly, then without warning pushed all four fingers deep into her pussy.

"Ouch, for fuck sake, ohhhhhh," she cried out.

I fingered her as hard and fast as I possibly could, the other hand now back to slapping her buttocks. Hannah squirmed underneath, swearing at me still as I pistoned my fingers into her. Her back arched and her legs trembled and she screamed as she came. All the while I didn't let up fingering her. She came hard, squirting over my thighs too, my trouser legs now soaked. Her body went into spasm until she lay limp across me. I pulled my fingers from her and pushed her onto the bed.

As I stood, we both gasped as we heard the front door open and Sarah called out. I quickly put my finger to my mouth to tell Hannah to be quiet, then went to the landing. I called down to Sarah, telling her that I was just going to shower, and I hadn't started cooking as we were going out to eat. I turned to see Hannah grinning, moving quietly across the landing towards her own room, holding the £30 in her hand.

"I hope you got your money's worth," she giggled, and shut her bedroom door behind her.

Eating breakfast with Sarah the next morning neither of us took much notice of Hannah when she appeared. It was getting usual to see her first thing these days after getting used to her not getting out of bed until mid-morning.

"Mum, I need £10 please," Hannah said, "Don't worry, I'll wash the breakfast things and tidy the kitchen to get paid."

"Oh okay, that's fine," Sarah answered.

She looked at me and smiled, then frowned as her daughter came into view.

"Oh my god Hannah, put some damn clothes on," Sarah cried out.

"It's nothing Mike hasn't seen before," she replied rudely, "although your tits aren't a patch on mine."

I'd been eating but Sarah's tone made me look up. Hannah stood over by the sink, in a vest top that plunged into her cleavage, her breasts trying to spill out of the sides too, and a pair of lime green lace boxer short-type knickers. She apologised and pleaded tiredness, saying that she'd slept in them and didn't want to dress before showering. She turned to the sink, her back towards us, and I had to suppress a gasp. Her shorts were pulled right up in between her buttocks, scarcely hiding anything, but more importantly not hiding how red and sore-looking her buttocks were.

"Oh my word, what have you done to your bottom?" Sarah asked.

"I slipped at the top of the stairs last night, I was coming down for some water, and I bounced down three steps," Hannah told her.

She smiled past Sarah as she winked at me, Sarah saying it looked like it was going to bruise as she hugged her daughter. Hannah told her that she was going to have a long soak in the bath and hoped it would ease it. As Sarah checked again if she was okay and if she wanted her to stay home with her, Hannah assured her that she'd be fine, unless her mum wanted to spend the day rubbing cream into her arse. With her saying she'd be fine, Sarah went to get dressed.

"You owe me £30, I saw you sneak off with it last night," I told Hannah.

"No way, I earned that money the hard way," Hannah giggled.

"Yeah, but I didn't get anything out of it, £10 for a blowjob but £30 just to finger you?" I pleaded.

"Oh, negotiating prices now, are we? Anyway, I could feel you enjoying it just as much as I was, it's not my fault she came back is it?" Hannah laughed.