Daddy Knows Best (5 page)

I felt the sudden urge to confess all. Cough up my woes to my dirty angel, and tell her what a loser her 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 snatch.

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 there was Cynthia Tate.

“Daddy?” Georgia 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 to cum 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 shithole around my cock, Georgia, understand?”

I slumped back in the armchair, working my dick as she positioned herself over me. “Whatever you want,” she hissed.

She impaled herself with brutal determination, gasping as my meat 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 snatch,” 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.”

Clearly, she did. She fucked herself like a trooper, grimacing for just a second as she rammed them all the way in. I loved seeing her that way. Loved seeing her exposed and filthy, free in her darkness.

“How does it feel?”

“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 cum.”

Georgia 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.” Her eyes met mine, full of questions. “What will happen to us, Andrew, once mother gets home? You
are
married to her.”

“I’m aware of that,” I snapped, flashing my wedding band.

“What you gonna do? Wait til she comes home and say what?
Hey, honey, good trip? I’ve been boning your daughter all the time you’ve been gone, how about a divorce?
”

I pulled her into my arms, peppering her forehead with soft, wet kisses. “Leave it to me,” I said. “Daddy knows best.”

I just knew she was rolling her eyes.

***

I felt bad lying to Georgia, but I’d made a promise. A sworn-to-secrecy promise I had no intention of breaking.

I’d never intended to go down the love road, but I could feel it brewing beneath my skin. I’d never intended to go down the stepdaughter-sex road either, in fairness, but the love road was a whole leap further. Isn’t life fucking bizarre? One minute you’re at each other’s throats and the next you’re cosying up for meals-for-two. They say love and hate are a hair’s breadth apart. I guess they weren’t kidding.

She’d slept in my bed that night, and every night since. I’d fallen asleep with her soft curls in my face, the scent of her all around me. That had never been the plan either. We were off plotted terrain, stalking out in the wilderness.

I was about to take it a whole lot further.

My phone buzzed on my desk at work.

I knew who it was.

Message from Daddy’s girl.

Are you serious?

I’d left the note in her college bag, knowing full well she’d find it bright and early.

Deadly.

I sent my reply and waited for the bleep. It arrived in seconds.

I don’t even know if he’ll come.

I smiled as I keyed in my response.

I’m sure you’ll tempt him.

Another bleep.

I don’t know if I can.

I could see Steve the HR muppet heading my way again, leaving me just enough time to fire off my final message.

I have utmost faith in you, Georgia.

***

I let myself in quietly, listening for signs of success. A pair of brogues in the porch told me all I needed to know. She was such a good girl.

I crept up the stairs, taking care not to make my presence known. Not yet.

I pressed my ear up against her door, and sure enough I could hear her soft groans. The groans I’d come to crave so fucking badly.

My phone was tight in my hand, camera ready at my fingertips.

The look of surprise on Mikey-boy’s face was priceless. I snapped several decent pictures before he’d had chance to register what was happening. Georgia smiled pretty for the camera, making damn sure his cock was still inside her.

“Surprise! You’re on candid camera!” I laughed. “Poor little Imogen. I don’t think she’s going to be a happy bunny when she sees these little beauties.”

“What the fuck?!” Mikey boomed. “What the fuck’s this shit?”

“Cheaters never prosper,” I smiled. “Never. Especially not when they end up plastered across social media.”

He pushed Georgia to the side, reaching for his jeans. “You set me up.”

“Sorry,” she said. She pointed at me. “Daddy made me do it.”

“This is fucked up,” he snapped. “Really fucked up. What do you want from me?”

I sat down on the bed beside them both, loving the way he recoiled. “Funny you should ask,” I smiled. “Cock is what I want.”

His expression was full of disgust. “You some kind of homo? I don’t swing that way, man.”

“Not for me,” I said. “For her.”

He pulled his shirt over his head. “I don’t fucking get it. She’s already had my cock. You’ve got the pictures on your fucking phone.”

“Mikey,” I said. “It is Mikey, right?”

“Mike, yeah,” he said, suspiciously.

“Ok, Mike. My beautiful stepdaughter isn’t like other girls. She needs a bit more...” Georgia’s eyes were on fire, full of adoration. “Have you ever had a threesome, Mike? Two guys, one girl?”

“I’m not queer,” he snapped. “I don’t do guys.”

“Neither am I,” I said. “But I tell you one thing, Mike. There isn’t much that feels better than a girl spread wide, riding two cocks at once. Look at her.” I gestured to Georgia. “She’s so ripe for it. Don’t tell me you aren’t tempted? Which do you want? Pussy or asshole? Take your pick.”

He scowled, but shifted, looking from me to Georgia and back again. “This is fucked up. Aren’t you her dad or some shit?”

“Stepdad,” I said. “For what it counts. It works for us, it can work for you, I’m sure.”

“And you’re up for this, are you?” he asked Georgia. “Is this why you brought me here?”

She nodded, fixing him in her most alluring smile. “Come on, Mikey. It can be our secret. We’re good with secrets.”

“No shit.”

Slowly she moved, stalking like a cat until she was on him, freeing his cock from his jeans. “You’re hard,” she grinned. “I knew you would be.”

“No fucking way.”

Her hand worked its magic, and his own cock betrayed him. Story of every man’s life. “Fuck,” he groaned. “What’s the deal? If I go along with this, you’ll delete those pictures?”

“Yes,” I confirmed. “That can be another little secret.”

Mike seemed to relax, slumping back against the headboard as Georgia made herself comfortable on his lap. She ground against him like a lap dancer, shooting me a pretty smile over her shoulder. “I’m not gay,” he groaned. “No funny business.”

“Touch her,” I said. “Forget I’m even here.”

The envy was divine. It coursed through my spine as I watched Georgia at play with another man. She was a siren, snaring him so perfectly he’d never stood a chance. Sweet Jesus. I watched her intently, savouring every gasp of pleasure, every twitch of her perfect body. When Mikey was in his stride, his face buried deep between her thighs, I made my move. He shot me a look, but didn’t object as I took my place beside her. I’d done this before, more times that I cared to count, but not when it mattered.

Today it mattered.

Today it was all about Georgia.

For all the jibes I’d made at his expense, the guy did ok. He was half decent with his tongue, enthusiastic enough to bring her to her peak with a little fumbling. A firm pinch of her nipples toppled her over, and she juddered between us, a beautiful flower unfurling in her splendour.

I stroked my knuckles along her cheekbone, smiling down on the girl who’d possessed me. “You ready for this?” I whispered.

Her smile told me all I needed to know.

Mikey gawped at the pair of us, awkward and stilted. “Relax,” I said. “You’ll take her pussy, I’m sure you can manage that.”

“I dunno about this,” he muttered, but already he was leaning back into position, easing her up onto him. Georgia was on his cock in a heartbeat, finding her groove as she circled her hips in fluid motion. I watched the tension in her shoulders, the curve of her beautiful spine.

She startled when I placed a hand on her back, guiding her forward to lay on Mikey’s chest. She shuddered as I ran a finger down the tight groove of her ass, moaning as I eased my thumb inside, working her wide.

I positioned myself, the hard slap of Mikey’s balls against mine adding to my excitement. He was too horny to notice, and far, far too horny to have cared. My mouth was at her ear, breath hot on her skin.

“Ready, baby?” I whispered.

“Fuck yes,” she groaned. “Take me.”

She was tight. Really, really fucking tight. It hurt her, I know, it always hurts first time. Her grunts were wild, shoulders hunched as I worked my way into her tight little ass. I could feel the ridge of Mikey’s cock against mine, so fucking good.

“Shit,” he groaned. “That’s fucking epic.”

“Harder,” I said. “Fuck her, Mike, show her what we’ve got.”

Mikey surprised me, more of a man than I took him for. He pulled her flat to his chest, slamming his cock deep and using her shoulders as leverage. “You like this, huh?” he barked. “Like two cocks in you?”

“Yes!” she squealed. “Fuck me, Mikey! Fucking fuck me!”

We pounded her in a harmony of sweat and grunts, giving her everything we had to give, and she took it all like a good little bitch. Her ass was like a vice, milking me hard, but I kept my cool, kept ploughing her until she was a quivering wreck, jerking between us and mewling nothing but filth.

“I’m gonna fucking shoot,” Mikey wheezed. “Get off me, Georgia, I’m gonna fucking blow.”

“I’m on the pill,” she said. “Just cum, Mikey, fill me up.”

White hot rage exploded behind my eyes. Envy, and ego, and dirty fucking lust erupting in a fountain of filth. I shot my load with him, filling her tight little ass with everything I had to give her. Fuck.

She twitched and collapsed, out of breath. I pulled out, dick spent, leaving her gaping raw. Beautiful.

Mikey was up in a flash, senses restored. He pulled on his clothes and grumbled incoherently. I smiled as he hovered by the door, not quite willing to go.

“I’ll delete them,” I said. “Don’t worry.”

He left without another word. It amused Georgia no end. She laughed in post-coital bliss, lost in a sea of endorphins.

It took her a few minutes to realise I was seething.

***

“I thought you wanted it too,” she cried. She followed me into the bathroom, her face pressed up to the glass as I took a shower.

“Not that, Georgia. You let another guy shoot his load in your pussy.”

“I didn’t think it would upset you,” she said. “I didn’t know!”