Good Little Girl

“Thanks,” she said, but it was weak. Vulnerable.

I stared across the table at her, surprised to see how much my words had touched her. I wondered, genuinely, whether anyone had ever shown they truly believed in her.

“I mean it,” I told her. “You’ll go on to great things. You’re a great girl who needs to realise it for yourself. The assholes at college don’t have a fucking clue what they’re talking about.”

I was surprised when she wiped a tear away, trying her best to hide it.

“What?” I pushed. “What is it?”

“I just…” She sighed. “I just wonder what would have happened if you’d have been here sooner… if maybe I wouldn’t have been such a slut.”

I sat back in my chair. “You think being a slut is a sign of failure?”

“Isn’t it?”

“No. Being a bossy cow who is rude and snarky and won’t let people care about her is what your problem has been. Not the fact you enjoy cock.”

That made her laugh through her tears.

“Yeah, well, thanks for your insight, Daddy. At least you’re giving me one cock to enjoy more than eighty others.”

The glint in her eyes was back. Filthy and wanting, despite her tears and vulnerability. It was an absolutely gorgeous combination.

“Come here,” I said. “Let Daddy give you what you need.”

I hoisted her up onto the table when she reached my side, hitching up her skirt to show her panties. I tugged them aside, adoring how wet she was. Her pussy was definitely ready for me, she bucked against my thumb as soon as I pressed it to her clit.

“Have you been thinking about me?” I asked her.

She nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

“I’ve been thinking about you, too,” I said, and worked three fingers inside her.

My sweet little baby was ready to come for me in no time, grinding herself against my hand like a dream. She was a treasure to watch as she leant back and spread her legs wider, letting me take what I wanted.

I wanted her pussy around my dick.

I lowered my pants and thrust inside her in one.

“Good girl,” I whispered, and she liked that. It made her squirm. “That feels nice to hear, doesn’t it? Being told what a good little girl you are.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Daddy’s got a present for your hungry pussy,” I told her, and pushed a finger inside her along with my cock.

She moaned but didn’t protest, spreading her legs even wider.

“Want more from Daddy?” I asked, and she nodded.

“Yes, please.”

I forced another finger inside her. Two in her pussy along with my dick. Fuck, it made her so damn tight.

“Is this a fantasy in your diary? Having your cunt stretched nice and wide?”

She nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s a good girl,” I whispered, and I kissed her. I kissed my stepdaughter like she was my baby girl and my horny slut, both at once. Hot and wet, gentle and loving, in a weird combination.

It felt really fucking good.

She came, but I didn’t. She was panting as I pulled free, but I was still hard.

“Daddy’s turn,” I said, and slapped her thigh, ordering her onto her front for me.

I fucked that girl for hours, her ass and pussy eager for whatever I was giving her. Every word of praise I offered lit her up in a golden glow, making my heart thump along with my cock.

Maybe Aimee could really be a good little angel. Maybe she’d been hiding behind a veneer of bitch her whole life, because she just didn’t know any better.

I was sure planning on finding out.

I let her stay in my bed that night, and she curled up close beside me.

“No nightmares for you tonight,” I whispered, stroking my fingers up her arm.

“I hope not,” she said.

“I know not,” I told her, and kissed her forehead.

I’d enter her dreams myself to rescue her if I needed to.

Work was a shitter, like usual, over the next few days. I hated every second of condescending crap they threw at me, but today had been particularly difficult – hauled into meetings all afternoon where they debated my worth.

I took it out on my stepdaughter the moment I got home, but not in the bitter way I’d pummelled sluts before. This was different. We were different.

My angel was getting to know me well, just like I was getting to know her.

Aimee slurped on my cock like a good little girl, staring up at me with big blue eyes. I forced myself deep into her throat, holding her head tight until she gagged and retched, jerking in my grip. I was high on aggravation. Pissed off with life, the world and everyone in it. She was the recipient of my frustration, and an eager one at that.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I groaned. “Love Daddy’s cock like he needs you to.”

Her head bobbed with renewed effort, eyes glinting with heat as she stared up at me.