Daddy, Won't You Fuck Me?
by Kitty Meaker
Copyright Kitty Meaker 2012
Published at Smashwords
All characters are over the age of eighteen.
This story depicts consensual sex between step-daddy and step-daughter.
Tammy Talbot was jealous of all the other women in her step-daddy's life. Sam had married her mother years ago, but Tammy soon grew to love the man like a true father. She called him daddy, and when her mother passed away, she continued to live with him. Eventually, Tammy turned eighteen, and instead of moving to the dorms for college, she stayed at home. But her daddy had been lonely a long time, and while she was studying for classes, he took to dating women. She saw a string of women come through the door, each one breaking her daddy's heart a little more.
Tonight was no different. Tammy was sitting at the kitchen table studying when Sam walked in the front door, a beautiful woman at his side. She greeted them warmly, and headed upstairs to give them some privacy. She couldn't help but stop at the top of the stairs, though, and peek down to see what was going on.
She saw her daddy trying to kiss the woman, but she was playfully resisting. Even from the stairs, Tammy could see the bulge in his pants. She felt a little twinge in her pussy at the sight of that bulge, knowing exactly what it was that men had down there. She watched her daddy try to move the woman's hand to his bulge, but she resisted. Finally, she stood up.
“I'm not the kind of girl that does that on the first date! If that's all you want, find some other girl, pal!”
The woman walked out the door and slammed it. She heard her daddy sigh. Tammy quickly scampered off to her room before her daddy noticed her standing on the stairs.
Inside her room, she gave her own sigh. Why wouldn't these women just give her daddy what he wanted? He was good looking and charming and had everything a girl could want in a guy! Tammy's hand trailed down her belly and went under her skirt. In fact, Tammy would have loved to provide her daddy with everything he wanted. Tammy rubbed herself slowly, thinking about it. She stripped off her skirt, her panties, and pulled off her tight t-shirt. Naked, she hopped into bed. She spread her legs apart and began to play with herself, thinking of what she would do for her daddy.
She'd take his pants off, first. She'd seen his bulge so many times. In his pants, in his underwear, even under his towel after he showered. She knew it must be sooo big when it was hard. She shivered deliciously, imagining that hardness under her hand, then her tongue reaching out to taste it. Tammy was no stranger to boys, but boys were all they were. She longed to be with a real man, and no man measured up quite like her daddy.
Tammy was working herself into a real state, her hand almost flying over her sweet pussy. Her other hand found her little titties and squeezed them hard, imagining that her tiny hands were her daddy's large rough ones. She pinched at her nipples, imagining her daddy taking them between her thick fingers... she gasped in pleasure. She was so close to cumming!
Just then, she heard a knock on the door. She had just enough time to open her eyes and pull her hand away from her crotch before the door opened.
“Hey, sport-” her dad said, then he noticed her nude body. “Whoa, sorry honey!”
He frantically backed out of the room, calling out “Good night!” before shutting the door.
Tammy groaned in frustration. In all of her fantasies, it had never gone like that! To be caught masturbating – and what's worse, to have her daddy run out of the room in embarrassment. Tammy sighed, and turned off the light. She pulled the covers over her, and drifted off to sleep with her hand between her legs.
Tomorrow would be another day.
* * *
Tammy woke up the next morning and took a long hot shower, washing every inch of her hot teenage body. She shaved everywhere. She wanted to be nice and fresh, because she had a plan.
She pulled on a bathrobe and headed downstairs. Her daddy was cooking breakfast.
“Good morning, daddy!” she said cheerfully, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Good morning, pumpkin.” Sam said.
Tammy sat down at the table and waited for her daddy to bring her breakfast. As she waited, she slowly and carefully tugged at her robe. Soon enough she felt her nipple slide out of the robe and into the cold air of the room. She waited for patiently for her daddy. Soon enough, he came over with a big stack of pancakes.
“Thank you, daddy!” she said, looking up at him. Her daddy's gaze was riveted to her exposed nipple.
“Daddy!” she cried, pretending to be upset.
“Err, sorry pumpkin. But shouldn't you be wearing a bra around the house?”
Tammy sighed. “I hate bras, daddy! They're so confining! My boobs feel better like this!” Tammy grabbed a breast through her robe and squeezed it. “See?”
Sam cleared his throat. “Ah, yes dear. Well, I'm going to make myself some pancakes.” Her daddy turned around, but not before she could see the big bulge in his pants. She felt her pussy twinge with excitement. She was turning on her daddy!
Time to enact the next part of her plan. Her daddy came back to the table with his own plate of pancakes. Tammy dropped her fork on the floor as he sat down.
“Oops!” she cried, and pushed her chair back. She stood up and bent over to pick up the fork, pulling the back of her bathrobe high over her ass. She pretended to take a long time to find the fork, and made sure her daddy got a good show. Finally, she stood up. Her daddy had a glazed look in his eyes. Tammy giggled.