Daddy's Sweet Little Poppy

Chapter One

Poppy

"Poppy!" My foster mom yelled. "If you don't get ready right now, I'm leaving without you,"

My Stepdaddy's cock slid out of my mouth with a pop. I moaned when his grip tightened in my hair, greedily licking the air, wanting his cock back in my mouth.

"She's right, little minx," Sebastian said in his husky deep voice that always had me wet and aching for him. "You're going to be late for class."

His cock dangled in the air, thick and glistening with my saliva and his precum. I moved closer, latching my mouth to the throbbing shaft.

"Poppy," He hissed, watching me lick through the folds around the tip of his cock. Daddy loved it when I did that. His dark chocolate eyes would squint as he watched me. More precum seeped out the slit of his cock and I flicked my tongue over it. "You'll be late, babygirl,"

I whimpered, pulling my mouth off him letting my lips drag wetly over him.

"Five more minutes," I begged, the taste of his cock filling my tongue. "Please. I just want to make you cum, Daddy,"

He chuckled in amusement, swiping my hair behind my ears, his wedding ring brushing against my skin when he did. "Your mom's going to be mad,"

His thumb brushed over my wet bottom lip, smearing spit over my chin. "Greedy little thing."

I moaned when his cock filled my mouth again. Daddy was so hard and thick, I could never take him all the way. He throbbed hot and hard against my mouth, feeding me his cock.

"Yess," He hissed, gripping my hair and pushing I obeyed, sinking until my lips met the base of him, and my lashes fluttered at the stretch.

God, he was so big and hot. My thighs pressed together as I licked him, slow at first, then faster, making little wet sounds that echoed obscenely in the bedroom.

"Slow down," he warned, his fingers flexing in my hair. "You're not sucking a lollipop, my little slut. Look at me while you do take Daddy's cock in your throat, mhmm, yess,"

My throat burned as his big fat dick pushed in, making me gag around him but Daddy held me in place. I loved staring up at him through my lashes while my mouth worked his cock. The way he was watching me with those intense eyes made me squirm.

Precum and spit ran down my jaw in ropes.

"Good girl," he groaned. "Fuck, that messy little mouth is mine,"

My whole body felt hot at his words. I wanted him to be proud of me, wanted him to come so bad and pour all that creamy cum down my throat. I was such a slut for my Stepdaddy and I loved it. I worked harder, sucking greedily, spit running down my chin.

"That's it. Don't stop," he hissed, flexing his hips. "Eyes on me. Show me how much you love it."

My eyes watered from how deep he was in my throat. He was so close, I could feel it. Then his whole body tensed, and he let out a deep groan.

Hot cum filled my mouth. I moaned around the dick in my mouth, swallowing every drop.

When I finally pulled back, my lips were shiny, my chest heaving and my tits almost falling out of my night dress.

Sebastian leaned down, brushing his thumb over my swollen lip before he kissed my forehead. "Good girl," he said, and those two words made me glow.

"Thanks, Daddy,"

"Now go get ready. You've got five minutes before I drag you to that lecture myself."

I giggled, breathless, scrambling off the bed. "Yes, Daddy,"

That's me, Poppy Anderson, nineteen years old, a responsible college student, except on days I was on my knees, sucking off my step Daddy's cock.

My mom, Victoria Anderson had adopted me when I was three and raised me all on her own until last year when she got married to Sebastian Wescliffe. It was more of a marriage of convenience. Mom needed a marriage certificate to get a promotion at work and Sebastian needed a bride so he could get off the list America's top ten billionaire bachelors and women would stop following him everywhere.

I had wanted him the very minute mom introduced him and said he would be living with us. What girl wouldn't? He was massive, a solid six foot four and I felt so tiny next to him. That only made my tits ache and my pussy throb everytime I was near him. I was a virgin, but I pretty much had a porn addiction and just the thought of him ramming all that big juicy cock into me make me cum every morning.

Two months ago, Sebastian had caught me rubbing his boxers over my pussy, pretending and hoping it was his cock. He had pushed a finger in my tight little cunt, fucked me with it until I was cross eyed with pleasure, before smacking my ass and sending me off to my room. We had been getting very naughty since then, right under my mom's nose.

He wanted me in skirts and lace underwear, on my knees when he came home from work, and moaning his name when he tucked me into bed. And I wanted him just as badly.

I had a quick bath, slipped into the short pleated skirt Daddy had picked out for me last week, and paired it with a soft cropped sweater. No bra, Daddy didn't like those. He liked easy access to me.

By the time I got downstairs, Mom was already waiting by the car, sunglasses on, glancing at her watch several times.

"Finally, Poppy what took you so long?" she said, giving me a once-over. "At least you look presentable. Get in."

I got dropped off at college and met up with my friend Riley

"Hey slut," she said cheerfully when she saw me.

"Hey yourself," I laughed, bumping her shoulder as we headed to our first lecture.

"Did you hear about what happened on the news?" She asked, tugging me into the lecture hall. "Another body was found last night."

"Seriously?" I gasped. Two murders had happened in New York in the past one month and the police were sure it was the same murderer. I usually didn't care for stuff like that. I was sure my step daddy would make sure I was safe anyway. He had all the money in the world to make that happen.

Classes blurred by, mostly because all I could think about was about Daddy's cock. We hadn't ever gone all the way and it made my pussy clench so bad for him. Juices leaked from my pussy as I imagined riding his mammoth cock, getting all that precum I loved licking over my pussy.

He hadn't fucked me yet and I wish he would but that didn't seem like it would happen anytime soon.

It was going to be a very long day.

By the time I finally got home, I was buzzing with nerves and excitement.

My stepdaddy was sitting on the couch when I walked in, his jacket off, shirt sleeves rolled up, looking so delicious. There was a glass of bourbon on the table, his phone in his other hand, but his eyes lifted to me immediately.

His burning hot gaze made me stop right in the doorway.

"Skirt," he said simply.

I smiled shyly at him. Mom wasn't home so that meant we could get as naughty as we wanted. "Wh-what about it?"

"Up. Raise it up and show me."

My heart kicked up as I turned around. I set my bag down and slowly lifted my skirt, exposing the damp panties I had been wearing all day.

Daddy grinned. "Good girl."

I felt my whole body flush at the praise.

"Come here."

I crossed the room on shaky legs, until I was standing between his knees. He looked up at me for a long moment, then crooked a finger, silently telling me to climb into his lap.

I did, straddling his thighs, my skirt bunching around my waist. His hand went straight to my ass, kneading, then delivering one sharp smack that made me yelp.

"You sent me a picture of your panties while you were in class, little slut," He hissed. "Your mother and I aren't paying all those fees for you to be a dirty girl!"

My cheeks burned. "I'm sorry, Daddy,"

"Liar," he said, and his hand landed again, harder, spanking my ass.

The sting shot straight to my pussy, making me squirm, which only made me feel how hard he was under me. I bit my lip.

"You're getting five more," he said calmly. "Count them."

I did, my voice breathless, as each swat left me wetter and more desperate. By the time he was done, I had made a mess all over his thighs drenching his pants with my pussy juices.

"Look at me," he ordered.

His thumb brushed my bottom lip. "You've been wet all day thinking about me, haven't you?"

I nodded, too shy to say it out loud.

He smiled slowly. "Then I'll let you come. Only once, dirty girl. On my fingers."

Chapter Two

Poppy

My whole body jolted. I didn't even care that it wasn't enough. He was already sliding his hand between us, pushing my panties aside, and stroking me with his thick fingers until my head tipped back.

Daddy was such a huge man. His cock felt like the length of my arms and his fingers were thick and strong. One of them slid into my pussy slightly, stroking and teasing my hymen.

"Don't hide your face," he said, watching me with his dark eyes. "I want to see you when you fall apart."

It didn't take long. I was already a shaking mess all morning and just having his fingers inside me was driving me. Daddy always said he loved how responsive I was. Just a few deep strokes, his thumb circling my clit, and I was gone, crying out as my hips jerked helplessly against his hand.

My cunt creamed hard, spurting juices all over his hands.

When I finally collapsed against his chest, sweaty and trembling, he just held me there, stroking my hair. But when I tried to shift against him, seeking more pleasure that his hot, thick cock could give to me, he chuckled softly.

"Not tonight, my little slut," he murmured against my temple. "You're not ready for that yet."

I groaned into his shirt. "You're mean. I can take your dick, daddy."

He just kissed the top of my head and said, "Go get changed. I'll take you out for dinner."

Dinner should have been uneventful.

But I had decided to wear the red dress my stepdaddy bought me last week, the one that barely covered my ass and clung to me like paint. I was very curvy and voluptuous. My tits had developed quickly and at ninteen they were full and round and always ready to pop out. Daddy loved my ass too. Especially when it hung out of short things like my skirt and the gown I currently had on.

The restaurant was very private. It had sections that were enclosed and a waiter was assigned to each section. The waiter in our section could not stop staring at me.

He brought our drinks with his eyes glued to my tits. He asked if we were ready to order while looking at my thighs.

And I loved every second of it.

Daddy knew that. He didn't say a word, but I could feel the tension rolling off him as he watched. His jaw was set, his hand gripped my knee when I leaned forward to flash the waiter a little more of my tits. He could look, but he could never have them.

When dessert came, I knew I was in trouble.

The waiter set down my bowl of vanilla ice cream.

"Here you go miss, you deserve a treat," He grinned really wide, still leering at my boobs.

Before I could thank him, Daddy's hand slid to the strap of my dress.

"Take it off," he said quietly.

My breath caught. "H-here?"

He didn't repeat himself and just stared hard at me.

With shaking hands, I tugged the thin straps down until the top of my dress pooled at my waist, baring my breasts completely. My nipples were already hard from the cool air.

Daddy glanced at the waiter, whose eyes had gone wide.

"Pour it," he said flatly, gesturing to the bowl.

The waiter hesitated, then picked up the spoon and carefully drizzled cold ice cream over my breasts. I gasped at the shock, arching against the chair.

"Use your hands," He added.

My pulse went wild as the waiter obeyed, big hands spreading the melting ice cream over my skin, kneading, squeezing my tits. Oh it felt amazing. Cold droplets rolled down into my dress and my pussy grew hot and wet.

Daddy moved behind me, one hand sliding into my hair and yanking my head back until I was forced to look at him. His mouth brushed my ear.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he murmured. "You wanted him to see you like this. You wanted him to touch you you dirty little girl!"

"Yes," I gasped, humiliated and turned on all at once.

His hand slid down to my throat, just holding me there as the waiter kept playing with my breasts.

"Good girl," he growled, kissing the side of my neck. "Then take it. Show me how bad you like being watched."

I moaned helplessly, clinging to the edge of the table while the waiter enjoyed toying with my tits, leaving me sticky with ice cream.

When he finally stepped back, Daddy released my throat. He wiped a smear of melted ice cream from my chest and sucked it off his thumb.

I was still breathing hard when Daddy leaned back in his chair, eyes dark and unreadable.

"Clean up," he ordered.

For a moment I thought he meant to pull my dress back up, but no, his gaze was fixed on my chest, glistening with melting ice cream.

My lips parted. "You want me to...?"

"You made the mess. You can lick it up."

Heat shot straight through me. My pussy creamed even harder, wetting and soaking the chair I sat on. I slid my fingers through the sticky cream on my breasts, scooping some up, then brought it to my mouth. My tongue darted out.

Daddy's hand landed on my tits with a sharp smack that made me yelp. "Don't play. Clean all of it. Now!"

I whimpered but obeyed, pushing my tits up and sucking all the melted cream on my ow skin. The whole time I could feel both of them watching me. The waiter stood there wide eyed, his chest rising and falling fast.

When I had cleaned one breast, Daddy's big hand gripped the other, smearing what was left until it dripped.

"More," he told the waiter.

The poor man's hands shook slightly as he spooned another scoop onto me, this time letting it run down my stomach. My skin shivered from the cold, and I moaned, my mouth getting wet as I licked it up again.

"Put those tits together," Daddy ordered, his voice low.

I pushed my breasts together, and his hand came down in a sharp smack right across them, making me cry out. He was watching me like a predator.

"Open your mouth."

I did, and he leaned forward, shoving both sticky breasts against my face until I had to lick and suck at myself just to breathe.

"You like being a mess, don't you?" he asked, rough, pulling my hair until I had to look at him.

"Yes, Daddy. Yes I do," I whispered, my face burning.

Then Daddy's eyes flicked to the waiter, to the obvious bulge straining against his trousers and a slow, wicked smile curved his mouth.

"You want to see what our friend's hiding in his pants, don't you?" He murmured in my ear.

My pulse jumped. I looked at the waiter's cock pushing against his pants and it made me cream harder.

"Answer me, Poppy,"

"Yes," I breathed.

Daddy's smile deepened. "Good girl. Ask him nicely, then."

"P-Please can I see your cock?" My whole body felt like it was on fire.

Daddy's grip on my hair tightened, forcing me to hold the waiter's surprised but hungry gaze.

"Show her," Daddy said simply.

Chapter 3

Poppy

The waiter hesitated for half a second, then unzipped his trousers. My breath caught at the sight of his hard thick, flushed dick. It was no where near as big as Daddy's, but it still had my mouth watering.

"Look at her," Daddy said, voice sharp. "See how she's shaking? She likes this. Don't you, little slut?"

"Yes," I whispered, too far gone to feel shy. My thighs pressed together under the table.

"She's a dirty cock loving girl. My dirty cock loving girl, aren't you sweet Poppy?"

"I am," I whined, barely holding back from touching the lovely dick before me.

"Touch yourself," Daddy ordered the waiter.

The man wrapped a hand around himself, stroking slowly, never taking his eyes off me. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to, Daddy's grip in my hair kept me exactly where he wanted me.

"You see what you do to people?" Daddy growled against my ear. "You sit here with your tits out, moaning like a slut, and now he's hard for you."

A shiver ran through me as I watched his fist pump his cock. "I like it," I admitted.

"I know you do," Daddy said, sounding darkly pleased. "But you don't get to touch him. You only get to watch."

The waiter was moving faster now, breathing hard. His cock head turned angry red as he jerked off in front of us. Precum seepd down the yummy slit at the tip and rolled down to his balls. My tongue hung out as I imagined catching that drop on my tongue.

Daddy's other hand slid to my throat, squeezing tightly.

When the waiter finally groaned and came, he caught it in the empty ice cream bowl. Daddy's smile was pure wickedness.

"Pour it," Daddy said.

The waiter obeyed, tipping the bowl and letting the hot, sticky mess drip over my breasts and stomach. I gasped at the sensation, the filthiness of it made me dizzy.

"Now clean yourself up," Daddy ordered.

I did, excitedly licking every drop of cum off my skin while both of them watched. He tasted good, but never as delicious as my step daddy did. I could drink loads of my stepdaddy's cum.

When I was done, Daddy kissed my temple. "Good girl," he murmured, pulling my dress back up and straightening me in my chair.

Then he looked at the waiter. "Send the check to my office."

And just like that, it was over, except I was sitting there sticky, wet, and so horny.

On the way out, Daddy kept a firm hand on my lower back, guiding me to the car. He didn't say a word until we were inside with the doors shut.

Then he turned to me, his eyes dark.

"You were a dirty girl tonight. I'm going to punish you." he said softly, almost dangerously.

My whole body shuddered. By the time we got home, my stomach was in knots.

Daddy didn't speak as he led me upstairs, his hand wrapped tight around my wrist.

When we reached my bedroom, he shut the door and turned to face me.

"You wanted to be a little show-off," he said. "You wanted to let another man touch you in front of me."

I swallowed hard. "Yes, I'm sorry Daddy," I whispered, shame and excitement warring in my chest.

His mouth curved in a grin. "Then you can take what comes next."

Before I could say a word, he was guiding me to the bed, tying my wrists with the soft leather cuffs he kept in the drawer. Then he pushed me onto my side, securing my ankles together so I was helpless, my legs slightly bent and completely exposed.

The position made me feel small, vulnerable. He could have his dirty wicked way with me. Oh I wished he would just sink his cock inyoy pussy already and make me see the stars. My pussy would gape open taking his mammoth dick slowly until I could feel him all the way to my womb.

I drooled at the thought.

"Color?" he asked, kneeling beside me.

"Green," I moaned.

"Good girl."

Then he reached for the whip.

The first strike landed on my ass, sharp and stinging. I gasped, jerking against the cuffs, but Daddy's hand on my hip kept me still.

"Count," he said simply.

"One," I breathed.

The next came harder, making my eyes water. "Two."

He kept going, slow and deliberate, alternating between my ass, my thighs, even the side of my breast until my skin burned.

"Ten," I choked out finally, tears slipping down my cheeks.

"Why are you getting this?" Daddy asked, his voice low.

"Because... because I was bad," I whispered.

He landed another strike, right across my ass, making me cry out.

"Say it properly."

"Because I teased you," I gasped. "Because I wanted another man to look at me."

Daddy's voice was pure velvet. "That's right. And who do you belong to?"

"You," I sobbed. "I belong to you."

The next few strikes came faster, harder, until I was writhing, my body on fire, my pussy getting shamelessly wet. I moaned, pressing my thighs together as far as the cuffs would allow.

"Look at you," Daddy growled. "Getting wet while I punish you. You like this too much."

I couldn't even deny it. "Yes," I cried.

"Then cum, there's my dirty little girl. Fuck, look at me with those eyes when you cum, Daddy wants to see it."

The next few strikes came faster, until my entire body tensed, and then I shattered, coming hard, my pussy clenching around nothing as my scream echoed in the room.

When it was over, Daddy untied me gently, gathering me into his lap.

"You took that so well," he murmured, kissing my damp hair. "I'm proud of you."

I buried my face in his chest, still shaking, and he just held me, stroking my back until the aftershocks passed.

"Next time," he said softly, "I'll make you beg a lot more before I let you cum."

I shivered all over again, because we both knew I'd beg.