Daddy's Hidden Desires

Story One

James stared at me again, and I knew I couldn't be happier with my stepdaddy any more than I was right then and there. He never let on what we did when everyone was out of the house, and with his actual daughter staying at their grandmother's for the weekend, and my mother going on yet another business trip, I knew that we would have the house free to ourselves. It gave me a tingling feeling that ran through my whole body, and I knew that I was getting excited in more ways than one. Mom kissed Daddy goodbye, and I tried not to let jealousy run through me. She hugged me, and I hugged her back like the dutiful daughter that I was. She smiled a little more, kissing me on my head, even though I was eighteen now. I was going to start college in just a few weeks for their summer term, and yet here she was still treating me like a child.

"Have a good week." She told me. "Behave." She added, to which Daddy laughed.

"She always does." He said, glancing at me mischievously when Mother wasn't looking.

"Yes, Mom," I said, but I had no intention of behaving in the way that she thought I would. I looked at Daddy the moment that he closed the door and Mom got in the car and drove away.

"You're going to give us away if you keep looking at me like that, sweetheart." He chided me, and I felt myself starting to blush. I was already wet, and I wanted nothing more than for him to take me, but I pouted. I hated it when he chided me like that.

"Gosh Daddy, stop being so uptight. You can visit me in my dorm soon anyways." I said, and he chuckled.

"Yes, yes I can. Maybe you should consider that roommate option."

Wouldn't you love another girl in the bed?" He asked, laughing, but I said nothing. I pursed my lips together. I certainly would not like Daddy to have another girl in our bed, but then again we didn't have our bed yet. He took me wherever... on my bed, on my mother's bed, and he took me in their shower all the time. Just the other day he took me, bent over the living room couch, for a quickie while the house was empty. I giggled a little, and Daddy gave me an odd look, waiting to hear what I was giggling about.

"No, I don't want to see another woman in the bed with us. I was just thinking about the time you took me bent over the couch," I told him, blushing a little. I was learning to talk a little more openly about these things as long as we were alone together. He smiled and chuckled a bit.

"Well. How about if I shared that woman with you?" He said, and I shrugged. I didn't quite want to talk about it, but he knew as well as I did that if he wanted another woman to join, I'd do anything to make him happy. I'd do anything to make Daddy happy. With that, I went into the other room to get stuff out for dinner. I knew he'd ask me what was for dinner later. He always did, and I always laughed. He knew how to take care of himself, but Daddy liked it when I took care of him. Other times, he'd take care of me. Usually, we'd go out if I didn't feel like cooking, but it wasn't the same as having dinner with him at home. He left me to take the stuff out at first. I took out a lasagna from the freezer, deciding to be lazy.

"Lasagna okay?" I asked, and he laughed again.

"A lazy night?" He teased, and I nodded as he came into view through the doorway.

"Okay, then sweetheart. That should be fine." Daddy said, and I smiled a bit.

"Besides, for what I have planned for you tonight, you really shouldn't be worried about dinner anyways." He told me, and I gave him an odd look, but I knew that Daddy wouldn't explain even if I asked.

So I didn't, and I could feel my wetness gushing already. I smiled at him and he leaned down to kiss me. It wasn't the same peck on the cheek that he'd give me in front of Mom. Daddy kissed me deeply and hard. Almost possessively but with a hint of love and tenderness as his tongue danced over my bottom lip, and I moaned into the kiss, allowing his tongue to slide over mine, making me kiss him back. He pulled away, leaving me breathless before kissing me again, but just a quick, gentle peck on the lips this time.

"I'll be back later baby girl. I have to go talk to someone, so how about you go play with your vibrator for now, hmm? I'd like you to the edge for Daddy." He told me, patting me on the head before he left.

It wasn't so much of a question, but then again I didn't need it to be. I wanted to play with myself, but I pouted knowing that he'd be mad knowing I went over the edge instead of bringing myself just to the brink of orgasm and forcing myself to pull away. Daddy had me an edge for an entire day before he let me come while Mother was home. He had me wear my panties with the beads, forcing themselves between my lower lips teasing, me all day through dinner quite often, and I was getting good at hiding the amount of pleasure and frustration I was in...just like Daddy wanted.

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Daddy left me alone for quite some time, and I was getting frustrated. I could feel myself clench on the vibrator that he had gotten me. It was a bright blue, and called 'Big Daddy From The Natty'. It certainly was BIG. Daddy wanted me to get used to his size, and this 'naughty toy' was breaking me in very well.