Daddy & His Little Baby

Daddy &
His Little Baby

http://jadekscott.blogspot.com

Tess’s mother died two years ago, leaving
only her stepfather, Tom, to care for her. One night, Tess awakens
from a bad dream. Tom comes to her room to comfort her, to hold his
little girl and tell her everything will be all right. But he ends
up taking her virginity and turning her into his little sex
doll.

Word Count: Approximately 3,000

WARNING: This is an erotic short story for
ADULTS ONLY! All characters are over the age of eighteen. This
story contains graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, oral sex,
and sex between a stepfather and his stepdaughter.

Copyright 2011 Jade K. Scott, All Rights
Reserved

Smashwords Edition

I was too young to remember when Mom married
Tom. She got pregnant with me when she was in high school, and the
father wanted nothing to do with me. I’ve never even met my
biological father.

Tom treated me just like I was his own. He
was kind, loving, gentle… all the things a father should be. We
were just like any normal family – until my mother died of leukemia
when I was sixteen. I even called him “Daddy” just like he was my
real dad.

I started having nightmares not long after
Mom died. I’d wake up screaming and calling out her name. It was
killing me to be without her. I was lucky I still had Tom in my
life. I don’t know how I’d have made it through without him.

The nightmares continued for two years. I was
eighteen years old, and I still couldn’t stand living without her.
She was always my rock, the one I turned to when things were
bad.

One night, I woke up in a cold sweat,
screaming “Mom! Mom!” Tom came running into the room, flicked on my
lamp, and sat down beside me, holding me close as he always did. It
felt soothing to have his strong arms around me as the tears
streamed down my face.

This time was different, somehow. Instead of
feeling the gentleness of a father’s love, I felt something strong,
rugged. His arms were muscular, and I put my hand on his bicep and
noticed it twitch. He smelled masculine, musky. I felt a warmth
inside my panties, and I suddenly wanted to kiss him. I resisted,
but not without difficulty.

He rocked gently back and forth, stroking my
hair. I nestled against his shoulder, breathing in his intoxicating
scent, relaxing calmly in his embrace. I remembered when I used to
snuggle in his lap while the three of us watch movies as a family.
I burst into tears, the pain of my mother’s death still raw after
all this time.

“Shh,” he whispered. “There, there. It’s
alright.”

I felt his fingers under my chin, lifting my
face so he could look in my eyes. He brushed a tear away from my
cheek, and I stared deeply into his rich, brown eyes. I started to
look away, but suddenly, I felt his lips on mine. The roughness of
his five o’clock shadow was harsh against my skin. I gasped and
recoiled in shock, though the sensation had been entirely
pleasant.

“My God, I’m sorry,” he said, backing away
from me slightly. “I don’t know what came over me.”

He stood up and took a step toward the door,
but I grabbed his wrist and held tightly.

“Don’t go,” I said quietly.

He refused to look at me. His body was turned
toward the door, and his eyes were cast downward in shame. I tugged
at his arm.

“Look at me,” I said. He refused, so I
demanded, “Look at me!”

Slowly, his head turned to face me. His
cheeks were a deep crimson, and he looked thoroughly ashamed.

“What is it, Tess?” he asked, his voice tight
with contrition.

“It’s alright,” I said gently, pulling his
arm until he sat down heavily on the bed.

I put my arms around his neck and pulled him
close, snuggling against him. I felt his warm breath on my
shoulder, and I shivered.

“What’s alright?” he murmured.

“I’m not angry,” I said.

“You should be,” he told me. “I’m angry with
myself.”

“No, don’t be!” I said. “Please don’t
be.”

“How can I not, Tess?” he asked, sitting up
and looking into my eyes. “I’m your father. I shouldn’t be… I
should…”

“Stop,” I said. “I… I wanted you to kiss
me.”

For a moment, he sat frozen with confusion.
His brow was wrinkled tightly, bunched up and furrowed.

“But… why did you pull away?” he asked.

“I was just surprised, that’s all,” I said.
“I’ve… I’ve actually wanted you to kiss me for a long time.”

He shook his head, clearly stunned.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

“Look, I’ve been wanting to kiss you,” I told
him. “I was just afraid. And when you kissed me, I was so shocked,
I didn’t know what to do. I wish I hadn’t moved away. I wish I’d
kissed you back. I wish…”

Suddenly, I felt his arms around me. His lips
pressed urgently against mine. I froze, but then melted. I relaxed
my lips and closed my eyes, and I felt his tongue slip inside my
mouth. His breath was sweet. I think he must have been drinking
wine earlier.

I put my arms around his neck and surrendered
to the kiss. His tongue probed inside my mouth, swirling around and
wrestling with mine. I felt his hands on my back, drawing my body
against his, the warmth of our bodies mingling together
rapturously. My fingers tangled in his hair.

His lips moved down my neck, kissing down,
down until his lips rested softly at the base of my neck, hovering
lightly over my throat. He squeezed my body close to him, and I
sighed joyously as his strength enveloped me. His hot breath
against my skin was exhilarating.

“Oh, my God,” I whispered softly.

“Tess… oh, Tess,” he moaned.

As he continued to kiss my neck, one of his
hands came forward and rested lightly on my stomach. It started to
move slowly upward until it rested ever so gently over my breast.
When I didn’t object, he cupped it, fondling it delicately. I
moaned softly in his ear.

His entire body shifted as I moaned, as
though it were trying to contain the enormity of his passion, and
he groaned. I wanted… no, needed to feel the cause for this
reaction, so I let my hand drop to his lap and slowly inch up
toward his crotch. My hand slid up over the massive bulge, which
threatened to burst forth from his pajamas. He groaned again as my
hand touched his shaft, and his mouth closed over mine with a
grunt.

As his tongue probed once again inside my
mouth, I felt his hand moving down from my breast. He pulled my
nightgown up, and his hand rested flat on my belly and slid down,
his fingers poking inside the waistband of my panties.

“Yes,” I whispered, “touch me, Daddy.”

His body shifted again, and he shoved his
hand further inside my underwear. It rested over my pubic mound,
cupping it tightly for a moment, and then continued. He spread my
labia apart, and I felt one of his fingers poking inside my
dripping wet hole. His slippery finger moved upward and brushed
over my swollen clit, and I gasped, my hand instinctively gripping
his cock through his pants.

He began to rub my clit in tiny circles. Tiny
jolts of pleasure surged through my body. I fumbled to free his
cock from his pants, and it sprang out as soon as I tugged the
waistband free of it. My hand wrapped around his shaft and gripped
it tightly, and he thrust against it, pushing his cock up through
the opening between my finger and thumb. He grunted as he
thrust.

I slid my hand up and down his shaft as he
continued to finger my quivering pussy. His cock pulsed madly in my
hand, and he continued to thrust his hips, fucking my hand as I
rubbed him.

I suddenly became overwhelmed with the desire
to taste his cock. I pushed him backward slightly, and I bent my
head and quickly took the head between my lips. I tasted the salty
wetness of his pre-cum against my tongue, and I felt the walls of
my cunt begin to pulse excitedly. He moaned as my tongue swirled
around the swollen head of his manhood. My mouth slid slowly down
on his cock, taking it as deeply as possible down my throat. I
gagged slightly and gasped, pulling back up. He was so huge I could
barely take half of him in my mouth.

My hand grasped the base of his shaft, and I
began to bob my head up and down, sucking his cock with all the
passion I felt for him. He leaned back, his eyes closed, his elbows
digging into my mattress.

Suddenly, he gasped, “Stop, stop!”

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“Nothing, sweetheart,” he said gently. “I
just don’t want to cum yet.”

My face flushed scarlet, and I said,
“Oh.”

He took my face in his hands and kissed my
lips, and then he said, “It’s my turn, now.”

He lifted my nightie over my head and tossed
it aside. His head bent down and he took one of my nipples between
his lips, sucking it gently. Then he slowly kissed his way down my
belly. I leaned back against my pillow as his face hovered over my
panties. He breathed deeply, smelling my wetness. Then he grasped
the waistband of my panties and pulled them down as I lifted my
ass. He was so excited that he left my panties dangling from one
ankle, too overcome with passion to bother removing them
completely.

He pushed my legs apart and spread my labia
with his fingers, revealing my dripping slit. His eyes widened as
he stared in awe, and he licked his lips. His head bent forward,
and I felt his tongue lash against my clit. I bit my lip and sighed
blissfully.

He slipped his middle finger inside my hole
and turned it upward, rubbing my G-spot. His tongue pressed firmly
against my clit, sliding up and down. My pussy began to throb, and
I knew I would soon reach orgasm.

“Wait!” I gasped. “Fuck me!”

“I will, but let me make you cum first,” he
argued.

“No!” I said. “I want to cum with you.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

I reached down and put my hands under his
arms and tugged, trying to pull his body on top of mine.

“I’m sure,” I said confidently.

I felt his weight bearing down on top of me.
I tore at his clothes, practically ripping them from his body and
throwing them aside. The feeling of his skin against mine was
driving me wild. I could feel his rock hard cock thrusting against
my inner thigh, and I shifted my hips to it pushed fiercely against
my slit.

“Fuck me,” I whispered into his ear.

His lips closed over mine in a passionate,
heated kiss. The intensity of his horniness boiled over as his
hardness pushed against me. I felt the head slip between my labia
and begin trying to work its way inside me.

“You’re sure you want this?” he asked
breathlessly.

“Yes!” I confirmed, thrusting my hips forward
and trying to pull his hardness inside me.

His lips brushed against the skin of my neck,
and I gasped. He thrust his hips, and his cock pushed part way into
my tight hole. I pushed against him, trying to take more of him
inside me. He thrust again, plunging deeper and tearing my hymen. I
shrieked in pain, barely able to breathe. He froze.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced
with concern.

“I’m fine,” I grunted, my voice strained from
the pain.

“No, you’re not,” he argued, pulling out.

He looked down at his cock, and the head was
covered in blood. The color drained from his face, and his jaw went
slack.

“Oh, God,” he muttered, looking as though he
might vomit. “Please tell me I didn’t just… oh, God.”

“Please, Daddy,” I begged him. “Don’t
stop!”

“Tess, were you… a virgin?” he asked.

“Yes,” I admitted, the flush of shame
coloring my cheeks.

“Why, Tess? Why did you let me do that? Why
didn’t you tell me?”