The Daddy Sex Saga-Six Naughty Sex Stories
Copyright © 2011 by Bailey Marie (BLY)
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First printing: December 2011
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Daddy’s Little College Girl 1:
A Step-Daughter’s Fantasy
The first time Sunny ever thought about her step-father sexually was in high school. She dreamt that he had come into her room, found her tied up, and then he’d taken full advantage of the situation.
When she awoke the next morning she was flushed and had a hard time making eye contact with Phil. He was handsome, tall and thin. His smile, centered in his squared jaw, could melt an iceberg. And he was a perfect gentleman. He was so nice, courteous, and generally lovely, it was no wonder her mother married him.
He’d driven her to school that morning and, secretly, she hoped he’d take even the smallest interest in her. She hoped his eyes would catch sight of her smooth legs and run up her thighs and stare thirstily at her short, short skirt.
But it didn’t happen.
He was very much a gentleman.
And those feelings faded quickly in Sunny. It seemed so wrong to her. Soon, the feelings aroused by the dream faded into the background and she went on with her life.
The next time she had a dream about Phil was in college. She was three states away and having no luck with the boys her age. None of them seemed to know their way around a woman, and she yearned for the touch of real man. Resting her head on her satin pillow, sleep took her by force and, in her dreams, so did Phil.
The fact that she woke up in her dorm room, all alone, and so far away from home, did nothing but depress her.
Hanging her head the whole way there, she went to class.
She got to thinking about all the things at home and soon she couldn’t tell if she was really lusting after her step-father or just homesick.
As soon as she got back into her private dorm, she stripped down to just her panties and rolled over onto her bed. With one hand, she twirled her brunette pigtail, with the other she dialed home.
While the phone rang, her hand drifted down over her breasts and down her tight stomach toward her panty-line.
Something in her hoped that Phil would answer.
“Hello?” A woman’s voice answered.
“Mom?” Her hand moved back to her pigtail, curling it over and over nervously.
“Sunny? Is that you? It’s so good to hear your voice. How’s college?”
“It’s fine, I suppose.”
“You don’t sound well, are you okay?”
“I think I’m just a little homesick, is all.”
“Oh, sweetie. You know you’re always welcome here. Phil and I would love to have you.”
“I know, mom.”
“Do you want to come out? I can book a flight for you, we’d love to see you. I can see what they’ve got this weekend if you want.”
Sunny’s heart skipped a beat. There was suddenly a tantalizing chance that she could determine once and for all if this longing in her heart was truly homesickness, or a much deeper, darker lust that only her step-father could quench. She tried not to sound too desperate on the phone, hoping her mother wouldn’t get suspicious. “This weekend? That would be amazing. I think I need it.”
“Okay. I’ll see what they’ve got right now. I’ll call if I find something.”
“Thanks, mom.”
“It’s no problem, Sunshine...what?” Her mother was distracted by someone there on the other end with her. She could hear a man’s voice talking in the background and the butterfly’s returned to her stomach. “No... It’s Sunny. She want’s to come by this weekend. Sorry, Sunny. That was Phil. He’s excited to see you this weekend. He misses you.”
“I miss him, too.”
“Well, I’ll try to book this flight and we’ll see if we can’t get you out here.”
“I love you guys so much.”
“We love you, too, Sunshine.”
Sunny’s cell phone clattered off the side of the bed and rolled onto the floor.
There was a warmth and excitement in her heart that she hadn’t felt in ages. Maybe she wouldn’t get to fulfill her fantasies with Phil, but at least she’d be around people who loved her.
It was that love in her heart that inspired the wetness in her panties. She couldn’t help it when both of her hands reached down to the small button that brought so much pleasure to her. It was slick and swollen, even the slightest touch sent thrilling pleasure up into the pit of her stomach, contracting her abs tightly.
Starting slow, she teased it with small, circular motions with the tip of her finger. It was hot to the touch and wetter than it had been in months. The gyrations of her hands grew faster and faster when she shut her eyes and imagined that she being pleasured not manually, but with Phil’s tongue.
Her imagination was strong, and she could practically feel his strong, forceful tongue up against her clit, moaning in desire. Each time he moaned, it sent a humming vibration down through his tongue and into her. A chill ran up her back as she imagined him nibbling gently around the sensitive area, all the while her hands did all the work. One kept spinning circles around the top while she plunged two fingers of the other deeply into her.
Though she was short of breath, she managed to let his name escape her lips once, just once. There would be no doubt in whose name this was being done in.
Frenzied, her fingers plumbed down, deeper and deeper, while the others worked her swollen, pink button.
“Phil!” she shrieked.
A jolt ran up her stomach, tightening all of her love muscles, releasing so much of that built up tension. The orgasm hit with such force that she didn’t even realize that she was doubled over on her side, her muscles had contracted that violently.
Struggling to catch her breath, she almost didn’t hear her phone ringing.
Practically falling out of bed, angry that the sound of a phone ruined her post-coital rest, she finally managed to reach the phone, press the green button, and get the receiver to her ear.
“Hello?”
“Sunny? It’s mom.”
“Oh, hi.”
“Are you okay, you sound like you’re out of breath. Is this a bad time?”
“No. Not at all. I was just, uh, jogging.”
“It’s no wonder you keep that amazing little body of yours with that kind of dedication to exercise. I wish I had that, that’s for sure.”
“You still look great, mom.”
“That’s beside the point. I found you a flight. There’s a couple of choices. Would you rather come out in the morning? Or an evening flight? I figured you’d rather come at night, since you’ve got class, but your tone really had me worried.”
“Morning is fine.”
“You’re sure? You won’t miss a class?”
“No.” She lied. “It’s my history class and the professor has a bye this week since we have a test next week.”
“All right. If you’re sure--”
“Yes.”
“Okay. I’ll book it right now. I’ll email you your itinerary, but it looks like you’ll be arriving at about one o’clock. I’ll still be at work, so I’ll be sure Phil is there to pick you up.”
“That would be amazing.”
“Okay. We can’t wait to see you.”
“I can’t wait to see you guys, either.”
“I love you, Sunshine.”
“I love you, too, mom.”
Sunny spent the next four days trying hard not to think about her trip home, but that image from her first dream kept coming back to her. The shocked look on Phil’s face when he walked into the room and saw her there on the bed, tied up, and naked. The daydream always ended when she saw his eyes dart down to the naked, swollen delta between her legs and his face went from confused to cocksure.
Concentrating on school was torture, but she managed to get all of her work turned in and on time. On Thursday night, she had to write a paper to turn in before she left, to make up for her absence on Friday, but she really couldn’t keep it together. She wanted so badly to pack, go to sleep, and wake up so it could be the next day.
But the small picture she’d hung above her desk mocked her with each sentence she typed.
It was a family photo. She was seated there, smiling. Over one shoulder stood her mother, smiling that same smile, and over the other was Phil. His chiseled grin was almost enough to melt her. But that’s not what got to her. What got to her was Phil’s firm hand on her shoulder. Seeing it there, touching her lovingly in the photograph, was enough to make her feel the phantom pangs of it.
With every word she wrote, his phantom hand inched its way closer to her pert breasts.
It was too much.
Sunny had to take the photo down and finish her paper so she’d have time to pack.
She didn’t need much, just clothes for the weekend, but there was one item she tossed on top that she would just squeal in delight if she got to use. It was something she made a special trip in the middle of the night to buy, so no one would see her.
Coiled tightly on top of her suitcase was twenty-five feet of nylon rope.
Sitting at the airport, waiting for her plane to board, Sunny gazed out at the airstrip, wishing that Phil had been the TSA officer that was forced to run his hands roughly over her, up and down, all over all of her erogenous zones.
She bit her bottom lip at the thought, but was quickly interrupted by a vibrating sensation in her pants that almost made things worse.
Frustrated, she let out a sigh because it was only her phone. Digging into her pocket to get it, she saw that it was her mother.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Sunshine. Where are you? Are you still at the airport?”
“Yeah. My plane doesn’t board for ten more minutes or so. Why, what’s up?”
“Well, I’ve got some bad news.”
Sunny’s heart sank. Had something happened to Phil? Were they canceling her trip? She was dying of curiosity. “Bad news? What’s going? Is everything okay?”
“Yes, everything’s fine, but I got called in to work. Joanne got into a car accident and had to go to the hospital and won’t be able to make the conference this weekend, so I have to go out there. It’s not too late to postpone your trip if you want to just hold off for a week. But it would just be Phil here. If you’re homesick maybe you still want to come out, but we can wait till next week because I really want to see my Sunshine.”
The butterflies in her stomach returned and she couldn’t stop smiling if she tried, but she had to work her hardest to seem crestfallen. “Oh, mom. I’m sorry. But I’m just about to get on the plane, and I really need this. School is getting to me and just being home, sleeping in my own bed for a weekend, is just exactly what I need.”
“Oh, I was really hoping you’d want to wait so I could see you.”
“You could always have me back. Changing the ticket would cost the same as a brand new one.”
“I suppose you’re right. But I just...”
“Mom, they’re boarding the plane now, I need to go. I love you. Make sure dad’s still picking me up.”
“Okay, bye-bye, I love you, too.”
Sunny boarded the plane and was confident that the next three hours of her life would be the longest she’d ever endured.
As soon as she landed and debarked, she went straight for the ladies room to change clothes and freshen up. If she had a shot at this, she’d need to use every trick in the book.
Men were just biology, all she had to do was get Phil sufficiently riled up and erect and he’d do whatever she wanted.
She was sure of it.
First, she pulled her pants off, panties and all, and pulled on a short skirt that rested gently mid-thigh. The neckline of her blouse plunged deep into her cleavage, and she pulled up white, knee-high stockings.
Second, she went out to the mirror and pulled her hair back into two tight nubs on each side of her head, letting a just a few strands hang loose, seductively from her forehead. Then she applied her makeup.
She started with mascara and thick, black eye-liner. Then she moved on to her cheeks, putting on just enough rouge to make her seem this close to flushed. The last thing she applied was a confident, red lipstick.
A vulgar thought popped into her head as she smacked her lips together, evening out the coat. I’d love to see this color ringed around Phil’s cock after he came in my mouth.
The thought was startling to her. On some level she knew it was wrong, that she was betraying her mother, whom she loved, but she just had to go through with this if it was possible. Besides, this would be love, and shouldn’t fathers love their daughters? Step-daughters especially needed to feel wanted and loved because they’d been abandoned by the real thing. So, when you think about it, really, it’s what we both need.
When she finally decided her look was perfect, she set out for the baggage claim where Phil would surely be waiting.
The final security corridor she walked down, leading out to the baggage claim, had never seemed so long.
Turning the corner, she finally caught a glimpse of Phil for the first time since her fantasies had taken over her brain and biology. He was handsome and strong with a mop of salt-and-pepper hair. His movie-star smile broadened when he saw her and she was confident that it had elicited a squeal from her.
Running in her heels was difficult, but once she saw him, she couldn’t help it. Sunny leapt up into his arms, dropping her bag by her side.
She planted a deep, red kiss on his cheek.
“Hey, Sunny...”
“Hey, Daddy.” Her voice squeaked.
He tried putting her down, but she rested her head on his strong chest. The feeling of his hands gripping her back was heaven.
This is what she needed. To be in the strong, loving arms of her step-father.
No.
That’s not what she needed.
What she needed was the strong, loving cock of her step-father inside of her.
I’m naughty. That was the only thought running through her mind.
“What’s gotten into you? Your mother said you were homesick, but I didn’t think it was this bad.”
“I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.”
“Let’s go get your bags.”
Coyly, she bit her lip again. “Yes, sir.”
Everything was strictly by the numbers until they got to the car. Phil had carried her bags out and was busy depositing them in the trunk.
“Sunny, is everything okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
Slamming the trunk closed, he came around to open her door for her. “Well, you just seem a little... off today, is all.”
Locking eyes with him, she bent down to get into the car, staring greedily at his zipper. She waited for him to go around the car and get into the driver’s side before answering him. “No, I’m fine. Really, I just needed to come home.”
“I can understand that. Your mother was worried about you. She said you sounded terrible on the phone.”
“Really, I think I’ll be okay. This weekend is exactly what I need.”
“Your mom was devastated she couldn’t be here this weekend. She loves seeing you.”
“I love seeing her, too, but I really needed a weekend at home, with or without her. And besides, it’ll give us time to...catch up.”
“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”
Speeding down the freeway, all Sunny could do was divide her time between staring at Phil’s face, hoping for a flicker of recognition, and staring at his groin, hoping for a flicker of erection.
If I can get him hard now, he’s mine.
The time wasn’t right, though. She wanted so badly to put her hand between his legs and rub him until he was firm, then unzip his pants and give him that ring of lipstick on his member, but the mood wasn’t right.
She couldn’t see Phil fucking her in the car or responding well to road-head. She’d need to ease him into it at home, where he was comfortable.
Sunny licked her lips when she thought she saw the bulge in his pants rise up, just a bit.
It’s working, she thought devilishly.
“So, how is school going?”
“Huh? Oh. School. It’s going great. I’m doing really well, but it’s stressful. And I really don’t like being away from home. I miss you too much.”
“Aw. You know, we miss you, too. I miss having you around a lot. I know I wasn’t around for much of your childhood, I married your mom when you were, what? Fifteen?”
“Sixteen.”
“When you were sixteen, but I think we’ve built a pretty healthy father-daughter relationship in all that time, haven’t we, Sunny?”
“I think it’s going to get even better.” She could feel the delta between her legs grow hot and moist. More than anything, she wished she could caress his face, then his lips, then get him to suck on her fingers. She wished she could lift up the skirt, showing him what she had to offer and put the wet fingers deep inside of her, moaning the entire time, begging him to fuck her.
But the time wasn’t right.
By the time they made it home, Sunny had worked herself up into a tizzy. She could feel the heat emanating from between her legs, she was swelled with longing. She could even feel the growing wetness spread, getting onto her legs as she walked.
It was the anticipation that was going to make this the best fucking she’d ever had if she could ever convince her step-father to give it to her.
Phil carried her bags down into her bedroom. They’d left it for her just as she’d left it for college. Since the house was big enough to have an abundance of room and she was an only child, they weren’t in any hurry to move her belongings out. Her mother couldn’t bear to change it, even though she had plenty of uses she could make of the bedroom.
“Well, here you go. Do you mind if I take you out later? Dinner and a movie or something?”
A sly smile crept across her face. “That sounds like a date.”
Phil laughed nervously. “Well, why not? Your mom’s out of town, who else would I want on my arm but you?”
“That’s the only right answer, Phil.”
“What, no ‘Dad’?”
“If we’re going to date, it might make people a little uncomfortable for a hot, tight bodied little co-ed like me to be on your arm and calling you that.”
“Ha.” He laughed, unable to argue with her logic.
Sunny wondered if he suspected what was coming. But it didn’t matter if he did. He was going to give it to her whether he liked it or not. And she’d make damn sure he liked it. How else would she get more?
“Well, I’ll be upstairs. Freshen up if you want, let me know when you want to go.”
“Yes, sir.”
Phil closed her in the room and she could hear him climb the stairs. She moved her luggage over to the bed and unzipped it. Above her, she could hear the water in the bathroom running. Was he taking a shower? A shiver of delight started at her middle and ran down her back, tingling her naughty bits.
She could see him, plain as day, inside the shower. She could see the warm water splashing down against his well-kept body. Something in her brain told her that he must have seen what was going on and went upstairs to release some of his sexual tension. She imagined the muscles in his stomach tightening as his thick member grew with arousal. He’d grip it firmly, imagining it was the tight, little pussy of his step-daughter, tugging and tugging. Slowly at first, until his imagination carried him away.
In her mind, she could see him finally reaching climax, every muscle in his body tensing as he came, spilling cum all over the shower.
God, I want it on me, in me. Now.
Putting her index finger in her mouth, she closed her eyes and sucked on it with all the intensity she wanted to suck him with.
With it wet and warm, she lifted her skirt up and inserted a finger. She curled it back and forth inside of herself, imagining it was his finger.
Another shiver ran down her spine.
Pulling her finger out, she put it back in her mouth, savoring the taste.
That’s the taste she wanted to lick off of his cock.
Finally opening the suitcase, she pulled out the rope and got to work.
She took off her blouse and regarded herself in the full length mirror on the back of her door. There was no doubt about it, she was a hot little number.
Her breasts were perky and upright, bobbing beautifully with each movement. With a quick pull, or from just the right angle, her skirt would reveal the panty-less oasis beneath with no problems. The knee high-socks made her feel like she’d be fulfilling every man’s fantasy.
In the mirror, she rubbed her clit once more, not because it was part of the plan, but she was just getting hot and wanted--needed--to cum.
That’s when she went to work. Unspooling the nylon rope, she started by cutting it in two pieces, half for her feet and half for her hands.
Half the rope she tied to the headboard, leaving plenty of slack for tying her hands up. It wouldn’t be easy doing it herself, but she’d manage to do as good a job as possible. The other half she tied to the footboard. With some difficulty, she spread her legs so that each foot was at one of the bedposts, and she carefully tied them down. With her legs open, she pulled the skirt up just enough that anyone coming in the room would see the dripping, pink, prize waiting for them.
Laying back, Sunny reached up and took hold of the ropes above her head, doing her best to coil them effectively around her hands. She pulled the knot tight with her teeth and rested her arms above her head.
Aching for him to be inside her, filling her with his love, she bellowed.
“Daa-ad!”
No response came.
Did he hear her?
She tried again. Louder this time, drawing every ounce of breath in she could. “Daaa-ad!”
Rustling noises and movement could be heard on the floor above her.