Note from the author: Let me please apologize for the grammatical errors in chapter 1. I proof read it several times, but obviously missed a few items. This chapter was spell checked more accurately so there should very few, if any, grammatical errors.
Note 2: Thanks for all the encouragement I received from chapter 1, which if you have not read, you may want to, as Chapter 2 will make much more sense, having read chapter 1.
Note 3: I apologize for taking a bit to get this 2nd chapter published. Life had been a bit, non-cooperative lately, so my time to write has been limited.
I have no idea how long I was asleep. As my eyes struggled to open, all I could tell was that it was still daylight outside and I felt absolutely amazing. My mind was a blur of images as I recalled the events of the day; surely it must have been a dream.
It had to be!
There is no way that my stepdaughter Brittany had came out of my bathroom, flashing her body at me and dropped her towel, practically begging me to follow her to her room. There was no way I had followed her. No way I found her lying naked on her bed and taken control of her willing and oh so eager body. There was no way she had called me Daddy as we committed that forbidden, yet oh so satisfying, carnal act.
As my mind began to clear, attempting to sort out all of the thoughts of what was surely just an incredibly erotic dream, a realization hit me; I was hard, and my cock felt amazing, as if it was being worshipped. Groggily I raised my head and another realization hit me; well, two more actually.
The first realization was that I had not been dreaming. As I lifted my head, looking down, my eyes began to clear and focus. There she was, her head between my legs, my hard, throbbing cock, slipping in and out of her mouth as she sucked me back to consciousness. I definitely had not been dreaming.
The second realization I had was that, my stepdaughter Brittany, well, she was an amazing cock sucker. Her head bobbed up and down, taking my rigid shaft completely into her warm, wet, eager little mouth. I raised my hand off the bed, resting it on the back of her head as she continued swallowing my cock as if it were her last meal.
When I clinched my hand around the ponytail that she had put her hair in, she must have realized she accomplished her goal of waking me, in the most amazing way a man could be woken up.
She lifted her head, allowing my cock to slip from her between her beautiful little lips and looked up at me.
"Hi Daddy," she said in that same, innocent little tone she had been using earlier. "I hope you don't mind, but when I woke up I was pretty hungry." She smiled and gave me a little wink as her head lowered again, returning her mouth to the meal that she had woken up wanting.
"Oh god Pumpkin," I moaned out, still not fully awake, but getting there quickly. "I certainly don't mind at all. In fact, I can't think of a better way to be woken up."
My mind was still not clear; still groggy with that haze that always accompanies the first several moments of waking up. But Brittany was doing her best to rouse me from that state as quickly as possible. I have to admit, she was doing an amazing job of it too.
With my fist still clinching her ponytail I began to thrust my hips up into her delectable little mouth. "Oh fuck Pumpkin," I breathed out, "You certainly know how to take care of your Daddy, don't you."
To this day, I don't know where this side of me had come from. Talking in third person, calling myself Daddy as I committed unspeakably forbidden, yet immensely erotic acts, with my stepdaughter. This desire, no, this need to dominate and control her was completely overwhelming and something I had never remotely imagined.
Using her ponytail, I pulled her head up, dragging her, reluctantly, up off my cock. She moaned out as I pulled her head up by the hair, but that moan quickly turned to a pouty sigh, as my cock slipped from between her lips.
"Was I not doing it right Daddy?" The pouty little expression she had on her face was devastating to me. I was amazed at how, though I knew I was the one in control, she could so easily get anything and everything she wanted from me.
"Pumpkin, you are doing a amazing," I spoke softly to her, as my free hand caressed her cheek. "But Daddy wants to use your mouth a little differently," I finished in a slightly more stern tone.
I let go of her hair and rolled off the bed, watching her closely as I did. The further I moved away from her, the more pouty the look on her face became. I stood up beside the bed, reaching down and patting it softly, right in front of me.
"Come here Pumpkin," I commanded her. "Lay down on your back, right here in front of me."
She crawled across the bed towards me, which I must say was a very stirring sight. As she got closer, she rolled onto her back, but spun around so that her ass was laying on the edge of the bed, closest to me. I looked down at her shaking my head as I did.
"No Pumpkin," I said in a very demanding tone. "Daddy didn't say he wanted to fuck you, did I?"
At first she had a slightly confused look on her face, but the more I spoke, the more clear my intentions became to her.
"What did Daddy say he wanted to do", I questioned.
She thought for only a second, and her eyes lit up as she began to comprehend what I was expecting of her. She smiled brightly at me as she spun around, laying down on her back, hanging her head slightly off the bed, right in front of me.
"Is this how you want me Daddy," she asked, that naively innocent tone, still lingering in her voice.
I stepped towards her and my cock, still wet with her saliva, slid across her face as I moved closer. "Yes Pumpkin, that is how I want you. Daddy wants to really use that pretty little mouth of yours."
I knew the voice that was speaking and the words that were forming were my own, but still, I just didn't know where they were coming from.
She leaned her head back as I slide my cock back and forth across her lips. I continued moving forward until my nuts were directly over her mouth. "Daddy's balls need some attention to Pumpkin," I spoke softly again. My hand reach down, cupping one of her breasts, massaging it gently. "You want to be a good girl for Daddy, don't you Pumpkin?"
My words weren't really needed, but we both were enjoying the naughty playfulness of this innocent act that she had started. Her mouth was already opened wide and her tongue was caressing my balls. There was no doubt left in my mind that my "sweet and innocent" stepdaughter had lots of practice at sucking cock; a skill I fully intended to put to good use.
