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  By the time Daddy came back, it was just after 8 and I was so wired and so fucking horny. My sheets were soaked from all the times I had cum, squirted and from having perspired so much in frustration.

  “How’s my girl? Is she ready for Daddy to fuck her ass yet?” He smiled and walked over to the bed.

  “Oh Daddy! How could you leave me like this for so long?!” Take this thing out of me and fuck my ass now!” I was in agony and cried into his chest.

  “Okay baby, let me take these things off you.” He first unhooked the vibrator then turned me around and began pulling the plug out of my gaping ass.

  “Baby, your ass looks so ready for my cock.” He took more lube and poured it over his massive cock. He asked me to lie on my back, spreading my legs wide and pushing my knees to my shoulders.

  “Are you going to fuck my ass, Daddy?” I whimpered.

  “Yes, baby, Daddy is going to fuck your ass all day. Your mother has never let me do this baby, so you don’t know how happy this makes me.” He lined up his cock at my opening and began plunging inch by inch into my tight hole. Forcing me to relax while I winced in pain, he thrust slowly, allowing me to get used to a little at time until most of his 10 inches were deep in my bowels.

  “Oh Daddy, you’re so deep, you’re so deep in my ass!” My whole body shivered and I reached down to stroke my clit, feeling the start of an orgasm about to hit me.

  “Baby, you’re taking all of Daddy’s cock in your ass. I’m almost all the way in. Rub your clit, Betsy, make yourself cum for me.” Daddy began thrusting in and out and something he was touching inside me was making my pussy flinch and throb.

  “Faster Daddy, fuck me harder, fuck my ass harder, please, you’re going to make me cum! Daddy I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” I squirted out a stream of cum and my hips bucked wildly against him, making him have to hold me down and fuck me roughly.

  “Baby, I’m cumming! Your fucking ass is so fucking tight, it’s the best fucking ass I’ve ever had! I’m cumming baby!” Daddy shot his load deep inside me and I could feel the warmth deep inside me as he continued to plunder my ass.

  After that first time, Daddy took my ass doggy style, lying on my side, while I rode him, front ways and back ways and then on my back again. In between fucking, we swam in the pool, watching a movie and watched pornos to get ideas for later. By the time my Mom got home from work we were both asleep in my room exhausted, but she made us wake up to get ready for my birthday dinner.

  I wore the sexy little black dress that I’d bought a few weeks ago especially for my birthday dinner and Mommy and Daddy took me to a fancy restaurant downtown. Since they were holding hands, I didn’t think it was a big deal when I entertained a little harmless flirting with the very hot waiter, but I could tell Daddy didn’t like it. He shot me a dirty look, but I ignored him and smiled at my Mom. She didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with me flirting with the waiter; in fact she mentioned that she thought he was hot too. After a few minutes, Daddy excused himself and went to the men’s room.

  “So how was your birthday, Betsy? What did you and your Daddy do all day?” Mom asked as she drank some of her wine.

  “We were having anal sex. Daddy really seems to enjoy it.” I looked away shyly.

  “Oh that’s good, honey. Do you enjoy it? I don’t and won’t let your Daddy do that to me.” Mom was pretty indifferent on the whole matter.

  “I love it. I cum so fast when Daddy’s in my ass.” I whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear us.

  When Daddy got back, we had a new person waiting on our table, a girl named Justine, who helped us for the rest of the night. Both Mom and I rolled our eyes and got through the rest of dinner. After we finished eating, Mom told me that they had planned to take me to our beach house for the weekend, but had decided just before dinner that Daddy would take me instead so she could catch up with some work.

  “You don’t mind do you, Betsy?” She pouted and tried to read my mind.

  “No, that’s okay. I’m just happy to get out there, it’s been so long!” I smiled at her and Daddy winked at me. Then he reached under the table and squeezed my leg, sliding his hand underneath my dress.

  “You should leave tonight in fact, it’s only a two hour drive.” Mom signaled for the waitress to bring the check. Dad and I looked at each other funny, thinking it was odd that she was trying to get rid of us so quickly.

  Chapter 4

  We packed fast since it was just going to be swimsuits, shorts and tanks tops for the weekend and headed out to the beach house. It had been over a year since I’d been there and I always complained that we didn’t go there more often. As soon as we got there, I ran in and went to find my usual bedroom to unpack

  “Betsy! Why are you in here? It’s just us, come into the master bedroom with me.” Daddy waved me over and carried my bag into his room.

  “Do you think it’s too late to go to the beach?” I asked, excited to hear the roar of the ocean.

  “Yes, the water would be freezing by now. We’ll go in the morning.”

  Daddy took my hand and took me outside to the deck. He brought a bottle of wine, two glasses and a big blanket. Then he turned off the lights so no one could see us, but we could still see the ocean by the light of the moon.

  “Oh it’s beautiful out here!” I took a glass of wine and got comfortable, taking off my sandals and lying back on the blanket.

  “You’re beautiful, sweetheart. Here’s to you, on your birthday.” He clinked his glass with mine and kissed me.

  “Thank you, Daddy.” I smiled and drank down more wine.

  We were lying on the blanket for a while drinking wine when I suddenly asked him a question that had been on my mind for the last few hours.

  “Did you think it was weird the way Mom wanted us to leave so soon?” The wine was getting to my head and I started to giggle a bit remembering the look on her face when she suggested it.

  “Baby, your mother is having an affair. That’s why she pushed us together.” Daddy didn’t even seem upset by it.

  “Are you serious? Then why did she say we would share you?” I looked at him lying next to me.

  “Because I guess she thought it sounded better than saying she wanted you to replace her so she wouldn’t feel guilty about leaving me for my friend.” He laughed.

  “Oh my God, she’s fucking Frank?” I giggled.

  “Yep, and she has been for some time. That’s why she doesn’t like having sex with me. She’s having too much sex with him. And did you really want to share me, baby?” He looked over at me.

  “No, not really. It made me jealous just to see you holding her hand at dinner.” I looked at him and pouted.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I was just doing that to make her mad. She hates when I touch her.” He reached out and touched my arm.

  “Well, I don’t mind, Daddy.” I started unzipping his shorts, took out his semi hard cock and starting sucking it like the world’s best lollipop.

  “You like Daddy’s cock, baby?” His breath struggled as I sucked harder and took more of it down my throat.

  “I love it. I fucking love it, Daddy!” The feel of his cock on my tongue made my whole body quake with lust. My pussy was pulsing with need and the inside of my panties were flooded with juices.

  “Get over here and fuck me baby, take off your panties and come fuck me.” He lowered his shorts while I removed my shorts and panties and quickly straddled him, impaling myself hard on his massive shaft.

  “Oh Daddy! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! You’re too deep, you’re too big like this.” I tried to squirm off but he kept me going, slamming my hips down on his until I finally found my rhythm and began circling my hips in short pulses, howling with ecstasy as he thrust up and fucked me into a screaming orgasm.

  “Baby, you’re doing so good, I’m almost there. Daddy’s gonna shoot so deep into your perfect little pussy. Keep going, baby.” He was grunting and bucking his hips up into my cunt, pummeling with his monste
r cock until I felt him stiffen inside me and cry out in a throaty moan.

  “Fuck Betsy, you’re so fucking tight, you’re milking the cum right out of me baby!” Daddy shot his thick creamy seed straight into my cervix then pulled me down towards him to kiss me, crushing my lips against his.

  “I love you, baby.” He kissed me again.

  “I love you, Daddy.”

  The following day we spent time at the beach and went to lunch at a little bistro nearby. We talked about what we were going to do after the weekend was over and Daddy said he wanted us to move away. He said he was going to ask Mommy for a divorce and he was pretty sure she would be thrilled about it since she was sleeping with Frank. He wanted us to get married after his divorce and move to a small town in the mountains where no one knew that we were once stepdaughter and stepfather. Oh and he really wanted us to have a big family. I said it was a lot to think about and I wanted to make sure Mommy was really having an affair since if she denied it, I would feel awful leaving with him.

  “But do you want to marry me?” He asked me, smiling.

  “Don’t ask me that until you’re free.” I huffed, and then giggled.

  “I know, I know, but you would marry me and run off with me, wouldn’t you?” He smiled and kissed my hand.

  “I supposed there’s ways you could convince me.” I hardly finished the sentence before he started tickling me.

  The rest of weekend was a blur of eating, drinking and experimenting with every sexual position possible. By Sunday afternoon, both my ass and my pussy were sore from so much overuse and I had a horrible pain in my neck from giving him blowjobs in so many weird positions. Even Daddy needed a break and said he’d had more sex in the last few days than he’d had in the last year combined. Mom called us in the afternoon to find out what time we were coming in the next day and we told her we would be leaving in the morning and get home by 10am. She told us to be safe and she’d see us then. Because she was so nice on the phone Daddy started worrying she wouldn’t go along with the divorce so he said he wanted to leave right away.

  “But we said we were leaving tomorrow?” I asked, confused.

  “Your mother only called to find out when we’re coming home because she probably has someone at the house tonight. If you really want to be sure she’s having an affair, we should leave tonight.” He went to our room to start packing and we were on the highway in less than a half hour.

  Two hours later we pulled up to our house and Frank’s BMW was sitting in our driveway. We looked at each other awkwardly and tried to decide what our course of action would be. Daddy wasn’t a total hypocrite. He had just spent the last few days having sex with her daughter, so he couldn’t get high and mighty about her sleeping with his friend, except that she was the one who suggested he start sleeping with me.

  “I wanted to be with you sweetheart, but I would have waited until we were divorced.” He kissed me and got out of the car.

  “So what are you going to say?” I asked as we walked in.

  “This is just so you know she’s cheating. All I want is a no bullshit divorce, I don’t want to humiliate her.” He held my hand as we climbed the stairs to the second floor. Halfway up, we could already hear the sounds of Mommy getting fucked. Closer still, we got a few more details.

  “Oh Frank! You’re fucking my ass so good, baby! Harder! Fuck me harder!” Mommy was losing her mind.

  Daddy’s mouth hung open. “Three years and she has never once let me. It’s fine. I have you and that’s better than 10 of her. Let’s just get this over with.” He swung the door open to see Mom on all fours on their bed and Frank behind her with a big hard-on and a big look of surprise.

  “James! Betsy!” Mom tried to scramble for a blanket to cover herself but Daddy closed the door and we both started giggling.

  “Judy, I’m not mad. But I do want a divorce. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

  Daddy and I went to a hotel for the night and the next day we went back to the house to face Mom. She was upset we had busted her because she wasn’t ready to get a divorce yet. Frank was still married and she didn’t want to give up the lifestyle she was used to. Giving me to Daddy was her way of buying herself some time. Daddy told her she could keep the house, and gave her a small settlement but he wanted a divorce as quickly as possible, especially when I missed my period two weeks later.

  Chapter 5

  We got married a few days after his divorce came through and moved to a small town in Colorado. No one knew anything about us except that he was an older man with an 18-year-old pregnant wife, but out in the middle of nowhere, no one cared.

  Daddy loved watching me get bigger and bigger with his baby and got so turned on the further I got into my pregnancy. He loved fucking me on all fours holding on to my huge belly, sometimes finishing me off by sticking it in my ass so he could finger me and see me squirt cum all over his hand. As my tits got bigger he had me convinced that he needed to suck them as much as possible to help bring my milk in early and so my nipples wouldn’t be so sensitive when the baby came. Sure enough, I was just into my eighth month when my nipples started leaking and Daddy needed to step in and help relieve me of all the stored up milk. I would wake up to him suckling on my boobs and fingering my clit at the same time. Breastfeeding would get me so horny, I started feeding him while I sat in his lap and rode his thick rod mercilessly. Daddy was in heaven. It was turning him on so much he dreaded having to give it up to the baby.

  The house we’d found in the mountains was almost perfect. Daddy had insisted on getting a big house with at least five bedrooms because he said he wanted at least three children. We fixed up a nursery in pink because we already knew we were having a little girl and waited for the big day. When it did come, I had been feeling so good I begged for a good ass fucking as soon as I woke up. Daddy, as always, happily obliged.

  “Oh Daddy, you feel so fucking good. You always know just how I like it, so fucking deep.” I was wailing in unadulterated ecstasy and Daddy was pounding harder and harder, as he reached under my belly to stroke my clit.

  “You have the best fucking ass, baby! Cum for Daddy, Betsy, I want to feel it from here, baby, do it baby.” Daddy was yelling in my ear, rubbing my clit so good and pummeling my ass harder than he had in such a long time. Soon, I felt a violent release that sent waves cresting over the edge. My pussy was convulsing wildly when I felt a sharp pain and a stream of water start to flow through my canal, wetting a huge spot underneath me.

  “Daddy! My water broke!” I was suddenly scared and forgot everything the midwife told us to do.

  Daddy cleaned me up and called the midwife who was only a few miles away. I could feel the baby was already starting to come and come fast. By the time the midwife arrived 15 minutes later, I was in full labor and the baby’s head was crowning. Daddy held my hand while I screamed and tried to control my breathing. Within minutes, I had pushed our little girl out and we were both crying and kissing her hello.

  “She’s beautiful, baby. Almost as beautiful as you.” He kissed me and said he was happier than he every imagined he could be.

  That night, while I lay in bed breastfeeding our little girl, Daddy told me I should probably start calling him James now. I looked at him, rolled my eyes and nodded.

  “Except when we’re fucking. Please don’t stop calling me Daddy when we’re fucking.”

  The End

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  Stealing Daddy

  Chapter 1 -Zoe

  To the people who know him or know of him, my stepfather Viktor is a pretty terrifying guy. He’s not just physically imposing, 6’5, muscular, with dark hair, dark eyes and a slight Russian accent, but he’s an incredibly powerful man. Viktor Pavlov can make your dreams come true or he can make you disappear. Fortunately for me, Daddy adores me and has never even los
t his temper in my presence. He is truly the sweetest and most handsome man I’ve ever met and I don’t know what he sees in my horrible mother.

  Before you jump to conclusions, my deep dislike of my Mom has nothing to do with some of kind jealousy over Daddy. Sure, it doesn’t help, but this shit goes way back before he even came along. For starters, she dumped me at my grandparent’s house when I was 8 months old so she could come to New York City and start her modeling career. All she ever did was a bit of catalog modeling but to hear her talk, she was a runway model with the great fashion houses of Europe. I only saw her a handful of times between infancy and the age of 11 when she finally landed the man of her dreams, Viktor. Somehow he saw past her narcissism and materialism and asked her to marry him- or at least she hid them well enough until they were married.

  Viktor was the one who insisted she pick me up from my grandparent’s house and start acting like a mother to me. Poor Daddy bought her story that she’d wanted me with her all along but just couldn’t afford it. It didn’t take long for him to realize that he’d been duped. Not only did she not want me around, she didn’t want to have any children with him either. So over the years they grew apart and Daddy and I have grown closer because he knew if he didn’t look out for me, no one would. But enough’s enough. After watching them together for eight years, seeing the way she spends all his money then treats him like garbage, I’m on a mission to bust it up for good.

  I’m no dummy. For better or worse I’m my mother’s daughter and when push comes to shove, I will get what I want. Thank God, I look nothing like her. She’s always thought of herself as a blonde bombshell but she’s just a bottle blonde with fake tits and no ass. Everyone who knew my real Dad says I look just like him. He passed away when I was a baby but I’ve seen lots of photos of him and he was so dreamy. I have his dark hair, blue eyes and slender physique. The women in his family must have been busty because unlike Mom, I didn’t need a boob job; I have natural 32DDs.