Taboo Tales: Stepdaddy's Good Girl--- A Collection

TAKEN

Olive

Momma always said I was always beautiful. I like to think that I am when I bathe or come comb my long hair briefly arrow straight in the mirror. I never thought there was much of a point if I didn’t feel it or have somebody. The problem was I always do everything right. I follow the rules and people refer to me as a good girl when I’m not in the room. The truth is I’m not. I may be technically innocent, but I want to be deep in my heart and between my legs.

Yet all the men I want are wrong wrong wrong. There was the tall dad in the family I babysat. Not only did he look at me like jailbait stung my electroshock barbed wire, but the idiot told his wife. She threw me out in a nasty temper, swearing she hoped some harpy would break up my marriage one day. The sad part was I loved their family. Not seeing their kids again was what really stung. That’s the problem I have the face of angel but underneath I don’t want to be good. At all.

Then, there was my youth pastor was so friendly and manly; I was always wet around him. I couldn’t help it. A beefy sort of man that knew how to take care of business. He was kindest, and gently let me know I was barking up the wrong tree.

The worst was my bestie’s uncle. He stared and lingered borderline creepy if he wasn’t so nice and hot. His hand lingered on my ass when he told me I was a too much of a good girl for him. All I learned from these experiences was that all the men I craved were jerks afraid of my v card. Despite my brand I didn’t match the message I was sending out to the world.

Sure, I want to pay all my bills on time and be a bad girl behind closed doors. Instead, I imagined I could join my pastor in a three way if his wife wasn’t so uptight. If I thought about it; I was gonna die alone at this rate. Worst of all, mom and her new husband were the picture of happiness.

I didn’t technically live with them. Only a few blocks away I popped in a lot. A part of me just needed a reminder: things could work out… somehow. Or at least that is what I told myself. They had a house on the beach with an infinity pool and sauna. The biggest mistake of my life was moving out before 18, when mom was bitter and poor.

My real dad was in the wind, the best deadbeat ever. I craved masculine daddy energy way too much. Now momma was happy, she had a bimbo tan and new boobs. So, I came over a lot. Mostly when they were gone and when I didn’t have to worry of walking in on something that I would need to talk about in therapy.

And nothing beats swimming on top of a pool on a hill naked with privacy. I evened my tan and imagined one day having a lover that would fuck in a pool. If not the pool, maybe the kitchen.

Sometimes I wondered if momma just married Pete for his money. He had a granola edge to him with long hair and Birkenstocks. Other times I could see why; he was a real man of the house and took care of his family. Unlike other men he very little extra weight on him.

It was hard not to notice the swimmer’s body that had only gone to seed a little. Tall with broad shoulders I wondered what it be like to climb. His wisps of chest hair made me think with shame all the men who had rejected me lately. I’ve always known I had daddy issues. I often got warm just thinking about daddy being around. The more I knew he was momma’s the more I wanted him and bad.

Their pool was Olympic size with one end being an infinity pool. One afternoon, I stripped down with glee. I savored the filtered sunlight against my freckles skin. I stepped in and waded. The glory of being naked and alone made me forget my lack of potential and possibilities.

Eventually I had lapped myself around the pool enough. I was beginning to prune. For only a moment I considered what it would be like to date a boy my age. My stomach lurched in a bad way.

I emerged from the pool feeling sexy and free. I showered in their outdoor shower most people still wore clothes when they used it. I felt reckless viewing the Hollywood hills.

I lathered up thick with soap imagining a man rinsing me off and making me filthy. I was surrounded by fancy flowers and fluffy green bushes after all. Everything was clean, clean, clean.

I wondered for a moment whether the landscaper enjoyed his job in fancy houses so much more upscale than his own. I thought I heard something not from far away. The thought of relieving the itch subsided. What if someone could see me after all?

I figured I imagined it. I knew momma was in Colorado skiing while we had a heat wave at home. I could feel the sun try to burn through my powerful sun block. I imagined the landscaper an immigrant from Argentina taking notice, submitting to his cardinal desires, forgetting all about his wife and kids.

Then I looked up, startled by Pete’s appearance.

“Oh Jesus!!”

I jumped. There was my stepdad. At first, I thought he was angry. Then, I saw him looking, truly looking up and down.

Perhaps I was at fault for not bothering to cover up. I knew he had seen everything there was to see. My first thought was that he was the only father figure in my life. I never imagined in a million years I’d ever live a fantasy of mine.

I thought about covering myself, but I had not thought of that. The moment of him drinking my bare-naked body just went on and on. Then I met his gaze.

My voice sounded strange in my own ears.

“I had no idea you would be here.”

His eyes were looking where my legs met. I was glad I obsessively waxed my entire body like a swimmer. My blood was already boiling. He didn’t even undress approaching with aggression of a tiger stalking his prey.

I looked down aware I was crossing a forbidden line with a man mom called daddy ironically because he paid for everything.

“You don’t like that apartment I got very much.” He said, sounding by amused.

He was so close the gigantic shower head was drenching us both. He tilted his head to kiss me. I squirmed away despite my heart hammering so excitedly. I was core of pooling with an overdrive of desire.

“Pete, I’ve never been with a man.” I whispered.

Our eyes met again. I saw his naked desire. My chest heaved; he pulled off his drenched clothes.

“Daddy.” He ordered. “You will call me daddy.”

I turned to go not liking his tone and where this was going suddenly.

“No.” He said more softly. Holding out an arm to stop me. He pushed me against the stone shower wall to rub my nipples with his fingers. I loathed myself then trembling under his touch.

Daddy found my mouth passion for him erupted out of him, hardly contained by his touch. Somehow, he could kiss and squeeze and massage with such technique I escaped his delicious mouth to cum the hardest in my life. To look him in the eye felt like looking into the sun.

Daddy suddenly stopped holding my face in my hands. “Do you realize how you have tortured me? All this time? You are no momma’s girl.”

“Then, take me, then.” I said, biting my lip.

Daddy searched my eyes as if he was torn as if he could not trust his own senses. I was surprised when he undressed and pressed his forehead to mine.

“You’re daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?”

We kissed deeply, making my chest thunder for a very different reason. He wrapped one leg around his hip teasing with his fingers. What he found made him groan.

My stomach flipped with excitement from it. Unexpectedly he got on his knees and parted my legs with his hands. His hot breath made me pulse with longing.

I gasped the moment he tasted my womanhood. When his fingers entered the fray, I gasped the moment my tight pussy protested the invasion. Just when I thought he would stop, he kept going and going. His tongue hot and delicious on my button and down on my folds. I felt delicious tension build again staring into the garden around the shower cumming for daddy.

Daddy got up abruptly pushing me to the way, showering us with stream from the shower. His eyes were full of wonderment then he kissed me hot and deep. At the same time, he wrapped my legs around his hips. With a few movements of his hips, he was in. I realized through the burning pain I was not getting rejected this time.

I was no one’s good girl but his. Yet even through my discomfort each of daddy’s thrusts were delicious; I clung to him. Drinking in his musty scent until finally he sighed with delicious relief.

I felt him pull out and I felt his seed crawl down my leg.

Daddy found my discarded loofa lathering me up with soap again. He cleaned me thoroughly possessively in the eye, a smirk around his mouth. I knew I was his.

I wondered what would happen when mom returned from skiing; it kept me up that night while I laid in bed. Daddy had gone out and I didn’t dare ask what this meant. But around 2 am, he appeared by my bedside, and I sat up straight in bed no longer sore and emotional like I had been in his absence. Daddy pulled the covers, and I leaned towards him hesitantly.

“Where have you been?”

Daddy stroked my cheek gazed me right in the eye as if he knew how emotional day had been. “How’s daddy’s good girl?”

I didn’t meet his eye but cuddled into the contours of his chest.

“I need an answer, sweetie.”

“I’m f-fine.”

Silence fell upon us tense and awkward between us. I broke it.

“Mom will be back soon.”

Daddy grinned gazing intensely rubbing my closest nipple above my nightgown. Despite the fabric between us, it was still working. It was really working.

We will just have to make the most of it. “Don’t worry, I know how to make my girls happy.”

I saw a mirror in his eyes. I felt a thrill knowing the sneaking around we would do. I knew I was no good girl knowing mom would not be abandoned because of me. There was a lot wrong with me. I did not ponder for long though. Daddy had slipped out of his bathrobe and pulled my undies under the covers.

His fingers were presumptuous found my button and teased it for a while. He moved on to be under the covers and between my legs. I squirmed with desire even before his hot tongue licked and sucked my folds. I fought the urge to moan but it was good and hot how much he read my body. Then my legs began to twitch, and my eyes rolled back.

Daddy merely grinned at me preparing his large dick on my outside, still tingling from his tongue. I shouted the moment he thrust himself in. I couldn’t help it. All ideas of man were gone. My pussy molded to him like clay it seemed.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

Daddy purred. “Be daddy’s good girl. Cum from me. You like that don’t you?”

I had an animalistic urge to call him across his chest, but I resisted. Instead, I gave into the explosive orgasm I was fighting. Each roll of his hips was better than the last. I felt delicious victory knowing this was real. I wouldn’t wake up disappointed.

I tried to dominate him back, switch positions.

Daddy took the hint putting me on all fours. But he overtook me animal style over my back fucking vigorously till I was panting. He grabbed my breasts as I was pulled into yet another wave of ecstasy. His fingers flicked and pinched until I heeled like a pathetic dog.

“That’s right. I’m your daddy.”

He kissed me along my neck and upper back making me whimper. No one had bothered to put me in my place before. I found the whole situation exhilarating.

Daddy pulled out only so he could slam back inside, over and over again.

By the time he pulled out so I could be on top in his lap against the bed I was starting to feel tired. I couldn’t understand how he could last this long. Even with me on top, just when I thought I’d be in control.

His hips thrusts kept me in check. I lost control then. Everything daddy did to me was just too delicious. My orgasm was nearly too intense to handle. My eyes rolled back, and my toes curled. Finally, my undoing was daddy’s too. His face slumped into my chest, and I hugged him back. His whine of intense ecstasy arousing me still.

As we nestled back into the pillows and under the covers. I was saddened because I only craved yet more. For a moment the outside world hasn’t mattered.

Secretly, I knew I would only get more. As long as daddy was around, there would be someone to give it to me.