Daphne Vs. Daddy

Shit.

“Good morning,” she says with a sleepy smile. I force a smile back at her, my mind racing. What do I—

“Oh, and what do we have here?” she asks with a sleepy-but-naughty smile, as she reaches out and grabs my morning wood. I’d been doing a damn good job of ignoring how happy my dick had been to see her this morning, but having her soft hands on it have made it come roaring to life.

“That’s nice…” she murmurs, and begins running her hand up and down my massive dick, biting her lip as she looks up at me. “Real nice. I think I should greet it good morning too, don’t you?”

Before I can say anything, she’s diving underneath the covers and her lips have closed over my dick. I groan with pleasure as her warm, wet mouth begins sliding up and down my dick, enthusiastic noises drifting up to me.

Okay, so maybe this is okay after all. She begins moaning loudly, struggling and failing to take me fully into her mouth. But hell, I’m enjoying how hard she’s trying. I lay back on the bed, letting her work her mouth up and down my dick.

Yeah, I could definitely get used to this.

9

Dominic

I thought that work would somehow help me forget about Daphne, even if just for a few hours. Of course, I should've realized that that’s an impossible task. I just fucked my stepdaughter, for God’s sake; it isn’t like I picked up some random girl from the bar! And, more than that, it was the best fucking sex of my entire life. After something like this, I was an idiot for thinking that work would help me unwind.

Right now, sitting at my desk with a tall stack of legal briefings to go through, I find my mind drifting off to the sweet memories I made with Daphne last night… and this morning as well. God, and to think that I was about to sneak out of the hotel room. Thankfully, she woke up before I could do so.

For a fraction of a second, I thought that she’d realize we had done something wrong and sinful, something that would make her despise me until the end of time… Instead, she reached for me with her sweet lips and wrapped them around my cock, getting me hard before I could even process what the hell was happening. And, once that happened, I forgot all about sneaking out of the room. Instead, I surrendered to her ways and made sin and lust my weapons.

Reprising last night’s performance, we fucked until both our bodies were drenched in sweat, our muscles taut and pulsing from exhaustion. Lying in bed with her by my side, the sweet scent of sex lingering in the air, I realized that in her I found something I had been looking for all my life, even if I didn’t know it before.

I can’t even begin to tell you how hard it was to get up from that bed and to get dressed, knowing that I had a full day of work ahead of me. For a moment, I almost thought of calling my secretary and telling her to clear my schedule for the day, but then I got a hold of myself. I need to keep my head above my shoulders, or else I’ll spin out of control faster than you can snap your fingers.

Thing is, sitting here in my office while I try to read through a pile of documents, I realize that I’ve already spun out of control. And it started to happen the moment I found her at the bar, her delicate and tender voice wrapping itself around my very soul and shutting down every ounce of rationality inside of me.

How I wish she was here right now, that devious smile on her lips, my name on her mouth… I’d push everything on my desk to the floor and I’d have her right here and now. Sigh. Unfortunately, I don’t have magical powers, and I can’t conjure her to appear right in front of me; so, instead of having her naked body at my mercy in here, all I have is a mountain of briefings to go through.

I lean back against my chair and sigh once more. Each time I look at the papers in front of me the letters seem to dance before my eyes, sentences turning into something not even a linguist would be able to read. I just can’t function. I guess that not only did she drain me of my cum, she also drained me of intellect. And you know what? It’s a fair trade-off.

Stretching, I place my hands on the back of my head and lock my fingers together, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. Behind my shut eyelids, the memories of last night come alive once more.

Do you have any idea how I felt when holding that envelope in my hand, an invitation delicately written on its front? And when I opened it, the maddening smell of her wetness in her drenched thong … My heart almost exploded then and there. And even though I was afraid I might find Heather instead of Daphne, deep down I knew that the woman waiting for me upstairs would be none other than my own stepdaughter.

You’re probably thinking that I’m a bad man, aren’t you? Maybe I should've closed the envelope and marched out of the bar without looking back. Maybe I should have kept my head above my shoulders. I know all that, and I know how the fact that I fucked my st

epdaughter, a woman much younger than me, makes me look.

Fuck all that.

Yeah, you read it right. I’m sorry, but I don’t care what you or anyone thinks of this. I’ve never met a woman like her, and I couldn’t turn my back on an opportunity like that without regretting it for the rest of my life. I rather regret the things I do rather than the things I don’t.

Slowly, I open my eyes as I feel my cock twitching inside my pants, boiling blood rushing to it and making it hard. You’d think that my cock would be exhausted after such an intense night (and morning), but you’d be wrong. I don’t tire easily. Still, it isn’t like me to get hard during working hours; I usually know how to draw a line between business and pleasure. I guess Daphne came and blurred that line.

Going up to my feet, I walk across my office and, fishing a small key out of my pocket, I slide it inside the lock on the door and turn it. I stop for a few seconds, just staring emptily at the door. Am I really doing this? Locking myself inside a room like some horny teenager? This isn’t like me. But then I remember how her lips tasted…

Oh, well.

Strutting back to my chair, I sink down on it and run my tongue between my lips. Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and slide one hand down my stomach and to the bulging shape now tenting my pants. Massaging my cock, I let it become even harder as I submit to the burning need that has taken over both my mind and body.

Remembering how it felt to push Daphne’s skirt and thong down her legs, her naked body revealing itself for the first time, I finally let go of my cock and start unbuckling my belt. I hold my breath as I do it, my cock pulsing hard against the fabric that holds it down. Unzipping my pants, my cock pushes even harder against my boxer briefs, tenting them as a pole and threatening to rip my underwear into shreds. Before that can happen, I raise my ass from the chair a few inches and pull both my pants and boxer briefs down to my knees, my cock springing free in a heartbeat, drops of pre-cum already glistening on its tip.

I’m really doing this, I think to myself as I reach for my cock, slowly curling my fingers around my thick shaft. Closing my eyes once more, I imagine that it’s Daphne’s hand on my cock, her delicate small fingers struggling to grab it. Oh, I’d pay good money for that to be true right now.

Moving as if my body can only do it in slow motion, I start flicking my wrist, stroking my cock with the patience of someone who wants this moment to last forever. Because, if there’s anything half as good as enjoying Daphne’s body, it’s imagining I’m enjoying it. Sure, it pales in comparison to the real thing, but it’s better than anything else. To be honest with you, I doubt that the hottest woman in the world could make me forget about Daphne right now. I wouldn’t even look twice at her; I’d just go back to my loyal hand and to my imagination. It’s kinda sad when I say it like that, but it doesn’t make it any less true.