Daddy Knows Best (4 page)

“That’s dark.”

“Had them my whole life. Nobody would rescue me, Andrew. Nobody even knows who I am, not really.”

My fingertips touched her elbow, the contact sizzling all the way through my arm. “You’re not alone.”

“There’s a darkness in me” she said. “I can’t help myself.” Her breath turned shallow and raspy.

“There’s a darkness in a lot of us, sweetheart.”

“I lied,” she admitted, rolling her hip to the side until her thigh pressed against mine. “I haven’t had forty men... it’s a lot more than that.”

I tried to fight, but I was done for. My hand brushed the satin of her nightdress, and she moaned, writhing under my touch. “Why are you such a cock whore?” I whispered. “Tell me...”

“I’m in love with filthy, dirty sex,” she breathed. “I can’t help it...”

I trailed my fingers over her ribs, teasing my way up to her perky little tits. Her nipples were hard as bullets, standing to attention. “You’ll stop,” I growled. “No more cock, not unless I say so. You’ll go to college like a good girl, and you’ll stop with the spoiled little bitch act, understand?”

“Yes...”

“Yes, what?” I squeezed her nipple hard enough that she sucked in breath.

“Yes,
Daddy.
”

“Daddy’s a dirty man, sweetheart,” I said. “He’s so fucking dirty. He tries to hide it, but he can’t. He’ll do such bad things to you, Georgia, is that what you want?”

“Oh God… yes, Daddy, that’s what I want.” She parted her legs wide, hooking her calf around mine. “Make me your good girl...”

I mashed my body against hers, loving the way her curves melted into me. Her mouth was already open, hungry. Her tongue darted between my lips with beautiful ferocity, pulling me into her forbidden waltz. I pinned her hard to the bed, grinding my cock hard against the horny swell of her clit. She bucked, and writhed, squirming underneath me like a wanton little slut. I pulled away long enough to reach for the bedside lamp, and in the soft glow she revealed herself to me, beauty uncoiling.

“You have such sweet little titties,” I groaned. “Sweet little titties for my sweet little girl. Let
Daddy
have a taste.”

She arched her back for me, presenting her perfect little teats for my filthy pleasure. I slurped like a man possessed, gripping her little buds between my teeth; loving the way squealed as I bit too hard. I carried on down, mapping a trail over the taut plain of her stomach to her sweet little cunt.

“Your pussy belongs to me now, Georgia, understood?” I snapped. “Only me.” She nodded, staring down at me with glazed eyes. “Let’s see how much of Daddy your sweet little hole can take.”

I spread her lips wide open, groaning at the sight of her gorgeous swollen clit. I sucked the pink little nub between my teeth, savouring the way she squirmed. The thought of all the cock she’d taken both irked me and fuelled me, spurring me to slam three thick fingers all the way inside her. She moaned without protest. “Good job Daddy’s got a big piece of meat for you, baby.” I slid in a fourth, and she tensed, gripping the bedsheets. “That’s better, sweet girl,” I rasped. “That’s what you need.”

“Yes, Daddy...” she hissed. “Stretch me!”

“I hope you made those dirty bastards use a rubber.”

She groaned. “Always. I’m not a fucking idiot,
Daddy
.”

I landed a slap right on her clit and she clenched her legs shut, squeaking in shock. “Don’t use that tone with me,” I barked, climbing my way back up her. “Daddy’s going to fuck you raw. Always. I want to feel your dirty wet cunt around my cock.”

She wrapped her ankles high around my waist. Spreading herself wide. “Please...” she said. “Now.”

I slammed into her in one hard thrust, sinking right the way to my balls. I wasn’t gentle, but I didn’t need to be. Her pussy was well used to invasion, slurping beautifully as I ploughed her deep.

“God, yes… God!” she screeched. “Yes, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your dirty little girl!”

“Beautiful baby,” I hissed. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Her pretty little mouth groaned perfect expletives. Her eyes fixed on mine, gorgeous pools of blue sucking me right into her. I stroked her hair, kissed the delicate white of her throat while her snatch milked me dry. She bucked as I unravelled, moaning her pleasure as my filthy seed unloaded inside her.

“Good girl,” I praised. “Such a good girl.” I pulled out and lowered myself until my face was between her thighs. She was swollen, glistening wet with our juices. I teased her with my lips, savouring the dirty mess of her. “Grab your knees, sweetheart.” She did as she was told, holding them high to her chest and offering up the tight puckered ring of her asshole. My tongue wormed inside, lubing her up for my fingers. She took two without argument, but squirmed as I pounded her cunt with my other hand, pressing in four digits as far as they would go.

She mewled; a glorious mixture of pleasure and pain. “Take it for Daddy,” I said.

“Ow…” she moaned. “It hurts.”

“Not as much as two big cocks, baby,” I rasped. “You’ll take two cocks for Daddy, won’t you?” They were the words she needed, just as I suspected. She grunted, despite her pain, rocking herself against my intrusion. “That’s my girl. You want more?”

An incomprehensible sound, half feral as I stuffed another digit into her asshole.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Georgia. Cum for me.” I balled her clit with my free thumb, mashing the hard little nub until she was wheezing for more. I strummed her to the edge, ramming her deep and hard, so hard she’d feel me for fucking days.

“I’m gonna cum!” she squealed. “Yes, Daddy, please, please, fucking fuck me!”

“Good girl, Georgia,” I groaned. “That’s a good girl.”

I didn’t pull out until she was long spent. She was perfect in the glow of the lamplight; sprawled wide open, limbs loose and her breath loud in the room. I rolled to her side, stuffing down the regret before it could bite me. Our breathing calmed in unison, the scent of sex heavy in the air.

“So, what happens now?” she asked finally, her voice nervous and shaky.

I hadn’t got a fucking clue.

***

Guilt hit hard, but not in the way Georgia expected. Sunday was tense, heavy with unspoken words, and I’d catch her staring at me whenever I turned in her direction. I was keeping a lid on my churning brain, watching TV when she curled up beside me, the very tips of her fingers grazing my thigh.

“Do you really love her?” she asked.

“I have a lot of respect for Cynthia,” I said. “She’s a very ambitious woman. A driven woman.”

“Are you going to tell her?” Her lip trembled, so pretty. “I’m scared.”

I pulled her hand into mine. “Let Daddy worry about that, sweetheart.” I smiled. “And you’d better get ready for college. Things are about to change around here.”

For once in her spoiled little life, Georgia Catherine Tate didn’t argue.

***

I may have been a filthy dirty fuck, but I really did give a shit about that girl. She’d wormed her way under my skin, well and truly. Now she was actually using it, her smile was contagious. She slept in her own bed without too much of a fight, accepting the rule that Daddy would choose when she deserved his touch and when she didn’t. I have to say she fucking amazed me; a world more obedient than the pouty little brat I’d taken her for.

I kissed her forehead as she left for college next morning, laying down the law that I’d expect a full progress report at the end of every day. No boys, no drinking, no cheeky fucking mouth. Those were the new house rules, and they were non-negotiable.

My dirty girl was home straight from class, bouncing through the house with a vigour I’d never seen from her.

“How’d it go?” I asked. “Teachers remember your name?”

“
Lecturers
,” she said. “Not teachers, I’m not at school.”

“Lecturers then,” I smiled. “How was it?”

She shrugged. “It was ok.”

“And they let you back to class without incident?”

“Sure,” she grinned. “I told them I’d be a good girl from now on.”

My dick twitched. “And how’s your pussy?”

“I can feel you’ve been there.”

“Good,” I said. “Sit down, Georgia.” She sat at the dining table with only the slightest hesitation, looking up with puzzled eyes as I presented her with her diary. “You’ll do your study and then you’ll do another assignment.”

“Another assignment?”

“I want you to write for me, an essay.
Georgia’s secrets
,” I explained. “I want to know what a dirty little girl like you
really
wants to do. Not the fantasies you’ve written before, I’m not interested in masturbation fuel.
Real
fantasies, Georgia, for real life.”

I watched her suck in breath, her cheeks flushing rosy as she slid the diary back over to me. “All of them,” she said. “For real.”

I battled the urge to bury myself in her asshole.

“We have a few weeks,” I said. “A clear house until your mother is home. I intend to use the time well.”

“And what then? What happens when she’s back?”

I smiled. “Curiosity killed the pussycat, sweetheart.”

***

I wonder if Andrew likes men. In real life, I mean, not porn. Would he pound my wet little pussy while another man stretches my ass? Or does he just like that shit on screen? Please, God, one day can I find out?

My threesomes have been shit so far. Pathetic little boys who wanted to take it in turns. They’re all so afraid of being homo, like another cock is a threat to their fragile masculinity. I need an older man, someone who knows how to fuck. Someone who can free the dirty little whore inside of me.

What does he see in my mother? Really? What can he possibly see?

If only she knew what I could see.

Like it wouldn’t ruin everything.

I slammed Georgia’s diary shut as Steve from HR approached my desk. Not a-fucking-gain.

“Andrew,” he smiled. “Do you have a minute?”

“What now?” I snapped. “Haven’t you had everything from me ten times over?”

“I need to ask you a few more questions,” he said. “I know you covered it all with the management team, but I need a write up for the file.”

I sighed in exasperation, on the edge of my temper. “How many more times do we need to go through this crap?”

Steve’s happy expression turned sour. “Until the company is happy you no longer pose a threat to security.”

“I had an addiction to online gambling, not military level hacking. Jesus Christ.”

“You know the regulations, Andrew.”

I held up my hands. “Fine, whatever. Let’s get this shit over with.”

I braced myself for another shitty day in paradise.

***

Georgia slurped on my cock like a good little girl. I forced myself deep into her throat, holding her head tight until she gagged and retched, jerking in my grip. I was high on aggravation. Pissed off with life, the world and everyone in it. She was the recipient of my frustration, and an eager one at that.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I groaned. “Love Daddy’s cock like he needs you to.”

Her head bobbed with renewed effort, eyes glinting with heat as she stared up at me.

Four days of hot stepdaughter pussy and I was already a wreck. She was an addiction, invading every waking thought. The floodgates had truly opened, months of forbidden lust spilling out like an oil slick, coating my whole fucking world. I was listless at work, not caring shit for office politics and all the usual bullshit. I’d also been ignoring the estate agent’s calls. Completion of sale, I figured, on my piddly last apartment. The last part of me.

I yanked the chain around Georgia’s neck, breaking the contact.

“Stand for me,” I said. “Give Daddy a twirl.”

She did as commanded, ever more the obedient subject. Her baby-doll dress kissed the tops of her thighs, veiling the smooth little slit I craved so badly. I stopped her mid-twirl, lifting the lace to admire her smooth backside. I gave her a healthy slap, craving the bloom on her skin.

“Yes, Daddy...” she purred.

The girl was insatiable, just like me.

“Bend, baby, let me fill you up.”

She folded at the waist, gripping her ankles to hold herself in position. I pulled aside the lace of her panties, breathing in the heady scent of her. I teased her hot little pussy with my tongue, only stopping to suck her soft rosy lips between my teeth. “Cum for Daddy,” I murmured.

My instruction was so beautiful in its simplicity. Cum for me, just like that. I felt her shift her weight, relaxing into the privilege. God, how I buried my face in that cunt, buried myself in her folds like she was my only salvation. Maybe she was.