This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
First electronic edition February 2012
Copyright © 2011 by Livia Bloom at Smashwords
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Sucker For Daddy
My name’s Abby and I have a problem… I want to fuck my mom’s husband. Soooo bad. Like, seriously, you have no idea.
His name is Blaine and he is so fucking hot, I can’t control myself. I seriously masturbate every night thinking about him. Yes, I know that because he married my mother that makes him my stepdad, but you know? That only makes it hotter.
Guess what happened the other night?
I caught my mother refusing to give Blaine a blowjob. Can you believe it? Who in their right mind would refuse to give such a sexy man a blowjob? I’ll tell you one thing, I wouldn’t… and I didn’t… because the next morning, after my mother left, I snuck upstairs to give Blaine exactly what he wanted…
Being twenty and living at home kind of sucks, most of the time. Life has kept me hanging around here. However, the fact that I have the entire basement to myself (with its own entrance for those late night fucks that I so often crave anymore) and the fact that my mother’s new husband, Blaine, is fucking sexy, I’m really in no hurry to move out.
I kind of want to fuck Blaine.
I know, I know, in some way he’s my stepfather… okay, in everyway he’s my stepfather. But he’s so tall and so built and just so hot. He looks like he belongs on a billboard selling underwear, but I’d prefer if he was on me, so I could taste his body.
The things I would do to him, hell, I know my mother wouldn’t be able to do. She probably wouldn’t even try it. That sort of pisses me off because a guy like Blaine shouldn’t have to go through any sort of wondering or wishing. He’s the kind of guy that just closes his eyes, wishes for something, and when he opens his eyes, there’s a naked girl doing it. That’s how hot he is, and I want to be that naked girl.
I had two small problems though. First off, up until six months ago, I sort of had a boyfriend. I say sort of because I spent the weekends with this guy, who I dated for a couple years. He was in a different college, trying to be some football superstar. His cock was long and fun to play with, but it had no width. And he was sort of stupid. My second problem was my mother. While she and I never got along, I couldn’t imagine stepping in the way of her and Blaine.
Until last night…
It was like ten o’clock or something. I had just gotten out of the shower, turned off the lights in the basement, and planned on settling in for a good night’s sleep. I figured I’d finger myself for a little while, thinking of Blaine’s hard chest and abs, wishing that he’d slip into bed with me, flip me over, and like the bad step-daughter I am, he’d spank me, fuck me, stick his cock anywhere he wished, force me to deep throat his cock, splash his cum all over my face, anything he wanted.
Thinking about it made me a little hot, so I decided to grab a drink. Of all things the basement had, it didn’t have a kitchen or a fridge. So I went upstairs to get a drink and at the top of the steps, I heard something…
“Come on, let’s go.” Blaine’s voice.
“Now? It’s ten… what about Abby?”
By the way, I’m Abby.
“She’s downstairs, sleeping. We’ll go upstairs.”
I peeked around the corner and watched as Blaine had himself pressed against the back of my mother’s body. His hands weren’t visible so I imagined him reaching for her sagging breasts. How sad for her, and him.
And you know what my mother was doing?
Washing dishes.
Blaine had to practically force her to turn around.
What kind of woman would just ignore Blaine’s hot, sexual requests? If anything, my mother should have been a sex slave to him. If he wanted pussy, he got it. I’d give it to him in a heartbeat. I’d show up naked, wet, even dripping for him.
“Come on,” Blaine said as he stepped back.
“No,” my mother said.
Then Blaine started to undo his pants, and of course with my luck, I could only see him from behind. So I couldn’t see if he had his cock out or what it looked like.
I hated it. And I couldn’t move, I didn’t want to get caught.
“Come on, just for a little bit,” Blaine said, almost begging.
My mother wiggled her way from the counter and said, “No. You know I don’t like doing that…”
“Who doesn’t like to give a blowjob?” Blaine asked with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
“I’m not doing this right now,” my mother said. “I’m going to bed. I have to be on a plane at six tomorrow for Seattle.”
With that my mother spun around and flew away, like the wicked witch of blue balls.
Holy shit, Blaine just stood there and after a long sigh, he fixed his pants and hung over the sink. It took so much of me not to just walk up to him and grab that cock and suck it bone dry. I’d swim in his cum if he asked me to, I swear.
Once I knew he was clothed, I appeared from the basement door… I still wanted my drink. And plus, I was in my favorite pj’s. They were fuzzy pants, kind of baggy, but still hugged my ass enough. More so, the top was super tight, and I may have chose not to wear a bra.
Woops.
“Hey Blaine,” I said in a cute girl voice. I still wanted him to think of me as this little girl. He first met me when I was fourteen.
“Hey kid,” Blaine said in his manly, sexy ass voice.
My pussy heated up, right on cue.
“I’m thirsty,” I said walking to the fridge. I wanted his cum, not water, but all in good time perhaps.
I opened the fridge, got a bottle of water, and then turned. I leaned over the counter, knowing damn well my tits were going to almost fall right out of my shirt. And I didn’t care. I made sure my arms were under my tits, pushing them up even more.
Look at these, I thought, they’re fresh and ready.
“So what’s going on?” I asked Blaine.
When he looked at me, his eyes darted to my tits, then back to my face.
Oh, how hot was that?
He actually looked at my tits.
Wanna suck on them? I thought and smiled.
“Oh nothing,” Blaine said. He stood up tall and blinked a few times.
I could tell he wanted to keep looking at my tits. I didn’t care, but we both had one small problem… and she was upstairs.
“Mom’s leaving tomorrow,” Blaine said.
Our eyes met and then I stood up. I walked around the counter to him and stopped. He had to be at least a foot taller than me. Like a beast. I imagined him a sexual beast, the ability to fuck me endlessly, making me hurt so good that I scream and cry and orgasm, all at the same time. I wanted him to tear me apart. Show me what no high school or college boy could. I wanted a man, I wanted Blaine… and I wanted to call him daddy while he fucked me.
“She’s always leaving,” I said.
“That’s how work is sometimes,” he said. Then he put a hand on my shoulder. I could feel the heat from his hand and it shot through my body like a drug. “She always comes back though,” he added.
“That’s the problem,” I said with a half smile.
Then to my surprise, Blaine opened his fingers and closed them a few times.
Was he rubbing my shoulder?
Holy shit, he was.
Then his hand slid down my arm and was gone.
“Good night,” he whispered to me.
His eyes checked out my tits one last time.
I went to walk by him and at the last second got gutsy, so I put my hand out and touched his stomach. Holy fuck, it felt great. Hello muscles… I’d love to see those muscles flexing as he climbed on me, pumping me with his cock.
I whispered to him, “Good night.”
As I made it to the basement door, Blaine called back, “So I guess we’re alone this weekend?”
And I looked back, reading the dirty thoughts behind his dark eyes and said, “I guess so…”
All night I kept thinking about it… my mother not pleasing Blaine the way he wanted to be pleased. I mean honestly, who doesn’t give guys blowjobs? And for that matter, who wouldn’t give a guy like Blaine a blowjob?
The only way I was able to relax myself to fall asleep was to play with my pussy, thinking about Blaine. I touched my lips lightly, flicking my fingers, pretending it was his tongue. Of course it was nothing like his tongue, but I tried to let the fantasy come alive.
It worked enough that I had a small orgasm and then fell asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I looked at the clock.
Eight in the morning.
That meant two things…
One, my mother would be on a plane, high in the sky.
Two, Blaine would be upstairs, alone.
I tossed the covers from the bed and saw that I had somehow ended up in my panties… had Blaine come to fuck me overnight? Oh, how sweet that would have been. Then again, to think about it, if it happened, and I didn’t remember, that would suck. Totally suck.
I figured I must have gotten hot and kicked my pants off. Maybe dreaming all night of Blaine’s hard body, imagining him in his and my mother’s big bed, it being empty on her side, me going in there…
I snuck up the steps with a little butterfly feeling in my stomach. I couldn’t remember being this excited before. After the touch and look Blaine gave me last night, I knew something had to be there. And who cares if he was married to my mother, right? I watched her last night refuse to blow him. Hell, she probably refused to touch him. And a man can’t go untouched, especially one as sexy as Blaine.
When I found the kitchen empty, my heart started to race.
When I found the living room and the entire downstairs empty, I felt my body heating up. Swirls of sexual passion hit my stomach and body and I had to stand at the bottom of the steps for a few seconds to catch my breath.
I did.
Then I began my walk.
One by one.
At the top of the steps I looked down the hall and saw the bedroom door shut. Then a horrible thought crashed – what if Blaine had left for something?