Chapter 1: Becoming Daddy's Girl

Please note that this is my first story, and candid feedback is greatly appreciated. This story is based on my own experiences with my stepfather. All persons involved are/were 18 or older.

"When did you get home?"

I finished setting down my bookbag and looked up at him carefully. Even as I tried to will it away, tension simmered between us.

"Just now -- we had a half day today."

My stepfather nodded absently, and for a moment he looked ready to turn and leave, but then he fixed his gaze on me again. I felt his eyes undressing me. The entire house was perfectly quiet for a few long moments -- me standing by the dining room table, him standing at the back door. Finally, he tilted his chin in a gesture for me to follow him, and disappeared outside before I could ask any questions.

"I want to show you something" he explained. I waited anxiously as he unlocked the detached garage that served as his home office, then followed him inside.

I had only been in a handful of times over the years, but the room had a vague sense of familiarity. To the right there was a formidable mahogany desk, and to the left a large couch with matching end tables. Underpinning it all was a plush red carpet with a fine pattern woven throughout. I watched as my stepfather strode across the room and reached behind his desk. For a man in his 50s or so, he was in decent shape -- his muscles were subtly visible beneath his shirt, and his hair was notably touched with grey, but he was no less handsome for it.

When he turned around, I noticed that he had a bottle of wine in his hand. I was only 18, and while I had experimented with the occasional drink at a party, my experience with alcohol was limited.

"A client gifted this, and I thought you'd like to try it with me."

The words sprang almost immediately to my lips, "I -- I'm too young to drink, I can't", but my feet were trying to act even faster. I went to take two steps backward, and as I did, my stepfather grabbed me by my wrist. The sudden contrast in movements caused me to stumble toward him, and before I could get out another word, he was escorting me over to the couch.

I felt his eyes on me once again as I sank into the comfortable leather, and he sat down slowly beside me. An expression crossed his lips that was half smile, half smirk as he produced two glasses and poured a serving of wine into each.

"I know your mother is pretty strict about this sort of thing, but you can have a little fun with me."

I nodded stiffly and took the glass he offered, then watched him take a long sip from his own. "Go on, give it a try" he coaxed. "It's champagne. Do you know what that means?"

I took a tentative drink, and then another. It tasted bubbly and sweet.

"Um, I think that means it's carbonated?"

He smiled at me across the rim of his glass as he swished his drink around. Perhaps my ignorance was endearing.

"It means that it's a sparkling wine made in the Champagne region of France. There're certain viticulture practices they use to make this type of wine especially."

I nodded again and gave a soft "oh" as the bubbles in my beverage began travelling to my brain.

"Oh!"

This time I exclaimed, as I felt something clasp my knee. I looked down and found his strong hand massaging me there. My heart felt as though it was pounding in my throat. There was no mistaking the lust between us, but I was confused by the lightness I was feeling from the champagne, paired with the fear of having a much older man groping my 18-year-old body.

He was pouring more champagne now, and I opened my mouth to protest, but he leaned in unexpectedly and took my face in his other hand. I couldn't breathe, I was so aroused and afraid. My eyes were wide and transfixed on his. Almost silently he mouthed to me, "don't worry, sweetheart."

His lips were on mine now. Softly at first, but then hungrily, until he was being rough. My hands pushed clumsily against his chest, but he simply pinned me against the back of the sofa and kissed me more deeply. Through the haze of my lust and tipsiness, I could feel my panties starting to get soaked through under my skirt. His tongue parted my lips lovingly but firmly, and he began exploring the hot, pink inner depths of my young mouth.

"Oh God, baby, you're so sweet", he moaned. It sounded like another man. His voice was heavy with desire. He pulled away long enough for us to look in each other's eyes again, and he seemed pleased to see me panting for breath. My entire body was shivering with need.

"It's okay baby, this is fine". He was half whispering, half growling now as he leaned in to kiss me more. This time he sucked and chewed on my lower lip, then he massaged my tongue with his for what seemed like an eternity. I had been kissed by boys before, but never, ever like this.

Before I could stop myself, I had started moaning too. My eyes were closed, and my body was more relaxed now, but just as I had started to accept his advances, he stopped. When I looked at him again, he was refilling my glass and raising it to my lips.

"Have a little more".

I did as I was told, and my nerves fell away even more. In a last-ditch effort to protest, I mumbled "Daddy, I don't think we should be doing this", but he simply smiled again and pulled me into his lap. He was twice my size, and even in my inebriated state, he had no problem manhandling me like a doll.

"You know what's funny, sweetheart?" He didn't wait for me to respond.

"I don't think you've ever called me daddy, before. I've always been Scott."

He was right -- I had never called any man daddy before, not even my own father, and certainly not him. Except, now I had. I tried to reason why I had called him that, but my mind was too fuzzy and relaxed.

"Anyway, daddy loves these beautiful breasts of yours, did you know that?" I felt my face turning red as he began unbuttoning my blouse, but I resisted the urge to try and stop him -- it was pointless. Before I could begin forming the words to tell him how wrong all of this was, he was pulling my top over my head and fiddling with the back of my bra.

"Daddy, no!"

I tried desperately to cover myself, but it was too late. He unfastened the hooks and tossed my bra to the side, and in a moment of sober horror, I realized I was sitting in my stepfather's lap topless. My nipples hardened to the cool air of his office and the feeling of his eyes on my nearly naked body.

"Shhh, what did I say, sweet girl?" He put a glass up to my lips and implored me to take another sip. I was certifiably drunk now, and completely vulnerable in my state of need. "This is fine. Your mother doesn't need to know, and we're just going to have a little fun, okay?" He leaned in and captured one of my puffy pink nipples between his lips, then gave a longing suck that drew another moan out of me. "You have the most beautiful, precious nipples." As he said that, he began biting the one between his lips, and rolling the other between his fingers.

"Oh daddy, we can't. We can't!" my eyes were closed again in a mix of shame and pleasure. Without even realizing it, I had begun grinding my panty-covered pussy into his lap as he worked my reactive little nipples. "Oh yes, baby, we can."

He took my hands in his and showed me how to squeeze my breasts together. Despite my bra size only being 32DD, my petite 102-pound frame had always made my chest seem much larger. It was something I was self-conscious about, and I had caught my stepfather ogling my chest many times before.

"I'm going to show you how to make daddy happy, baby". I held my breasts tightly squeezed together, just how he'd shown me, and he began to maul them. First, he sucked and chewed again at my nipples, then he tried to fit as much of each breast as he could into his mouth, and he bit and sucked and licked at them until they were covered in his marks. When he was really worked up from abusing me this way, he showed me how to shake my breasts in his face and tease him.

I wanted to cry from both shock at the things he was doing to me, but more so from shame at how good this all felt. My panties were absolutely soaked now, and he knew it because he had slid a finger inside of them and began rubbing up and down my slit.

"Sweet girl, you're making me feel so incredibly good. Daddy wants to make you feel good too, now."

"Daddy NO!" This time, even in my drunken state, my obstinance came out loudly. I felt his thick, inquisitive finger pressing against my delicate hole, and I was frightened again. "Daddy no, please. I've..."

"You're never let a boy play with you there, sweetie?" I nodded, still trying to squirm away from his finger. He obliged by pulling it out of my panties and sucked on it between his lips for a moment.

"Well, how about this? I won't play with you there, for now, but daddy still needs to please you. Why don't you lay back, and I'll show you another way I can make you feel good down there?"

I bit my lip and tried to form the words to talk my way out of this, but reading my hesitancy, he pushed me off of his lap so that I fell on my back on the sofa. I let out a little squeak of surprise, and then another when I felt him shove my skirt up around my waist. My panties came down to my ankles next, and while I was still trying to make sense of what was happening, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt something oh so wet, warm, and wonderful envelop me between my legs.

"Daddy!" I softly screeched. He was licking me with his tongue, getting me even wetter down there, and tasting my juices. "Oh daddy", I couldn't help but sigh. My eyes were closed again, and he was making me feel so amazing, it was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Just when I thought I was in heaven, he did something totally new.

"Oh my gosh daddy, you have to stop!"

I was squirming and shaking now. I didn't know what he was doing, but he was sucking on me down there in a way that was sending me through the roof with pleasure. "Shhh" he murmured against me. "This is your clit baby, and I'm taking care of it for you". I nodded and gasped helplessly as he continued his ministrations, until my back arched off of the couch and I let out a scream. "Daddy!" was the only word I could form anymore, and that was the word that tore from my lips as I had a soul wrecking orgasm. My pussy spasmed uncontrollably, squeezing over and over as I came for him. Tiny pin pricks of light danced across my vision as I slowly came back down to earth and caught my breath.

"Was that good, darling?"

I nodded mutely, an exhausted smile on my face, and tried to open my eyes. With a start, I saw that daddy was climbing over me. I was limp and defenseless in my post-orgasmic state, but he shushed me and assured me that he just wanted to play with my breasts some more.

"Hold them together again, just like I showed you before". I followed his instructions, and flinched a little as he reached between my legs and rubbed my sensitive pussy. When his hand was nice and wet, he smeared my juices in my cleavage. It all felt very erotic, and before I could ask what he was doing, he was undoing his pants and revealing a gorgeous, enormous cock. It sprang free from the confines of his pants, and stood at least 8 inches in length, several inches wide. I didn't have much time to marvel at it though, because with a grunt he shoved his cock between my breasts and began fucking them.

"Oh fuck, baby!" he threw his head back and began using his hips to work his swollen cock even deeper between my breasts. To my shock and delight, the head began poking up to my face, and he roared at me to suck on it. Without a heartbeat's hesitation, I latched my soft lips around the head of his granite hard cock, and I sucked on it thirstily while he raped my breasts.

"Oh, sweet girl, yes! Yes, you're going to make daddy cum for you. Is that what you want?" His hands were tangled in my hair and stroking my face now. Before I could respond to his words, I felt the first gush of his cum pour into my mouth. It was warm, salty, and delicious. The second spurt filled me up so that my cheeks were bulging. I swallowed every drop. His strong hands grasped my head so that I had nowhere to go, then he pulled his cock out just enough so that the next shot covered my sweet face, and the next spattered over my breasts.

"Daddy!" I gasped in surprise.

"Oh yes, take daddy's cum all over, sweetheart!"

Daddy released my head and kneeled over me, panting for breath. When he'd regained his composure, he leaned down to kiss the top of my head and he whispered in my ear what a good girl I was.

"This is going to be our little secret from now on, do you understand?"

As as I sobered up a little, I realized that I was laying on the couch in my stepfather's office, covered in his cum. He kissed my forehead, then leaned back to admire his handywork, and with a happy gleam in his eye, he whispered to me "we're just getting started, baby girl."