Daddy’s Naughty Girl
Audri London
Published by Quiver Publishing at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Audri London
Marie Jones just got her report card and her daddy isn’t happy. When he threatens to take away her keys, Marie decides that a blowjob just might show her daddy how sorry she is…
Daddy’s Naughty Girl is an excerpt from upcoming collection Our Family Secrets(Pseudo Incest Confessions). It contains adult content such as coarse language, pseudo incest, blowjobs, and a cum facial. All characters engaging in sex are 18+ and this story is intended for adult audiences only.
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DADDY’S NAUGHTY GIRL
I swallow.
Fight or flight kicks in and it robs me of the ability to talk--to beg. I don't run because he'd find me. I don't fight because I deserve whatever he's gonna do to me.
It shouldn't be a surprise considering I hate school and would spend all day at the mall or the movies if I could. I never studied for tests or did any homework and now I had the fruit of my labor.
Daddy looks up at me, his eyes like coal. "Is this some kinda joke?"
"I-" I decide against an explanation and shake my head slowly from left to right. My head is bowed, a golden curtain of hair swishing back and forth.
"A C in US History, a B- in Chemistry and two more B's,” he says with disgust.
I wince as he slaps the report card on the table beside him. "You're a senior this year, Marie. How on earth do you expect to keep your scholarship to State with these grades?"
His voice is harsh and disappointed. I avoid his eyes because I'm ashamed.
My heart pounds as he pushes from behind the desk. His feet are hollow as he walks to where I stand. I feel him behind me, his massive chest heaving in and out. The nearness of him makes my nipples stand at attention. I don't know what he'll do…will he spank me? Ground me?
A flash of fear goes through me as he lets out a sigh, his breath tickling the bare flesh of my trembling arms. He wouldn't take the car, would he? He couldn't!
"I want all your credit cards," he says acidly. "And your keys. If you can't study, you don't need a car."
"Y-yes sir." I mumble. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
"Look at me."
I don't want to, but I know disobeying him right off would make it worse.
I turn.
The look of inefficacy on his face is too much to bear, so I scan my eyes downward. He's wearing the royal blue shirt I love--the one that makes his gray eyes sparkle. I can make out his strong chest beneath the material. If I tried to go to him, like in the middle of the night while everyone is sleeping, would he push me away?
I take a step forward, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I slowly raise my eyes until I have him in my sights. "You haven't come to me in weeks."
He laughs. "You're certainly not trying to pin this all on me, are you Marie?”
"No," I say quickly, licking my lips. I steel myself, knowing what I want to do is risky. It could backfire. But I have to show my daddy I'm sorry. What better way could I express it than on my knees?
I sink, a slice of pain going through me as I reach my final destination. But when I see the outline of him, curved against his thigh, the pain becomes secondary to the need. I had to have my daddy's cock...and I had to have it now.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asks but there's a tremble in his voice that gives him away. He wants this--just as bad as me.
I lean in, swirling my head in his crotch, running my lips up and down his erection. I taste the bitterness of his cotton slacks but I endure it, knowing beneath he was probably leaking. I move to his fly. I don't want any of his cum going to waste.
He stops me, his grip tight on my wrist. "No, Marie."
I look up at him, batting my eyes. "Don't you want me to show you how sorry I am, Daddy?" I let out a giggle as his swell thumps at the last word.
He lets out a groan of frustration. "I'm not your Daddy." Which was true. He married Mom when I was twelve. But seven years had passed and he was the closest I'd ever had to one and I hate to disappoint him.
He releases his grip, the fight gone. My fingers quickly move to climb the walls that keep us apart. His pants are at his ankles and there's only his cherry red boxers barring me from access. There's an expanding circle of want near the tip of him, a tell-tale sign that he's into it.
He lets out a sigh as I free his swollen length, a fresh string of precum oozing from the slit in his head. I lurch forward and jut my tongue out, slurping it up like a good girl.
He moans. I'm doing something right.
I plant myself firmly as I hold him with one hand and fondle his balls with the other.
"God damn," he sighs, his hands tangled in my blonde hair. "You're so good to me, love."
I prove his words, working his tip. It's my ice cream, my oasis in the desert. My tongue dives and slurps it, not leaving a stone unturned.
But I'm done with teasing. I want to take him all in my mouth. I work the saliva up in my mouth and hock it onto his meat, watching the globs glisten against the veins that bulge beneath his skin.
Without further ado, I stretch my lips in an O, taking him inside my mouth. He packs inside nicely and I moan in time with him, pushed into the arms of ecstasy by the sounds he makes. Does Mom make him croon? Does she make his thighs twitch uncontrollably?
I pull back for a moment, crossing my arms behind my back as I peer up at him. "Fuck my face, Daddy.” I swallow before I make the final request. “Use my hole."
I prepare myself as he jerks his length, stepping forward as he guides it back into the warm cavern of my mouth. Once it's safely inside, he grips the sided of my head. I suck in air through my nose and prepare myself.
He starts off slow, plunging it in and out at a steady pace. I can feel the tingly warmth between my thighs but I don't take my hand there. This was for him...all for him.
He picks up the speed, cursing, his fingertips digging into my skull as he pushes my face down onto his rod. I'm not a person. I'm not his stepdaughter. In this moment, I'm just a hole. I'm just a vessel for his desire.
"You're gonna make me cum," he moans, his balls tightening against my chin. He yanks his meat from my mouth and I promptly kneel back on my haunches, turning my face upwards.
I let out a giggle as he unloads, shot after shot of his ejaculate pelting my face. It cascades down my eyebrows, over my closed lids. I can feel it dripping down my nose and my lips, falling like rain onto my uniform blouse and skirt.
I blink through the sticky desire, grinning up at him.
I swallow.
In spite of himself, he grins back, pulling up his pants.
"Okay, okay," he says, zipping his fly. "You can keep the keys."
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About Audri
Audri likes lollipops, sex, and older men. Freud would probably say she has a daddy complex, but whatevs.
When she’s not cramming for a test (or cramming something in her mouth), Audri is typing up flights of taboo fancy.
Connect with her online at audriheartssmut.blogspot.com
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