Daddy's little princess

Daddys in charge

It had been almost six months since my mom remarried, and Joshua moved in with us. He was 9 years younger than my mom, still in his 30s, while I had just turned 18. I still hadn't adjusted to it yet because I am an introverted only child; it's always just been me in the house. I prefer it that way since the house is so quiet, but ever since he has moved in, it has been nothing but loud music, TV, and about everything else.

I remember one night during the first week when he moved in. I had stepped out of my room to get a glass of water. I remembered hearing noises, so I stepped closer to their room to figure out what it was. That's when I heard loud moans. I remember just being frozen; I couldn't believe I was hearing all of that. Ever since that night, it has been the same thing. I can hear the bed moving, the headboard creaking, and just my mom coming to her pleasure and my stepdad giving it all to her.

So, you would imagine how happy I was when they told me they were going out of town for the weekend, as part of my mom's work and a little gateway. It was the morning of said weekend trip, when I hopped on the kitchen chair and asked my mom, "Morning, when are you guys headed out?" as I sipped on my orange juice.

"What do you mean, honey? It's just me," she said, putting her things in her shoulder bag. "Josh, sweetheart, my passport!"

"Wait what?" I said, almost choking on my drink, "I thought it was both of you were going?!"

This cannot be happening, I thought to myself.

"No, Josh had to cancel at the last minute; work things, you know," she said casually, as if being stuck with him wasn't the worst thing.

This was the worst possible way to start the morning, so I stomped up back up the stairs because I wasn't even going to try to face it, and as I was stomping up, I ran face into Joshua's naked muscular body; he had just gotten out of the shower with his hair all wet, and this made him let go of his towel to hold onto me since I was about to fall back, which made his towel slide down his hips. Though he quickly grabbed it before it fell down fully, before he could, I caught a glimpse of his v-line. It made me feel something I had never felt before, but before I could walk away, he said, "Are you okay, baby girl?"

"Don't call me that," I sneered as I made my way back up the stairs. I slammed my door and threw myself on the bed, groaning into the pillow. After a bit, I said bye to my mom, and Joshua dropped her off at the airport. But before she left, she pointed out loudly that Joshua was in charge and that I should do my best to get along with him. Which I rolled my eyes at, of course.

After an hour, Joshua came back home and went to his office to work. Shortly after, he came knocking on my door and suggested we watch a movie before dinner time. I didn't want to agree, but I appreciated his offer, so we both headed downstairs. I made some popcorn, as he chose the movie, and we were 30 minutes in when he grabbed the blanket on his side and threw half of it on himself, and he looked at me to come closer. Thinking nothing of it, I did, and he put the blanket on my legs as well, but while doing that, he rested his hand on my bare leg. I felt goosebumps all over my legs now, and of course it had to be today that I wore just a short skirt.

Still, I just paid attention to the movie to not make it awkward but then the movie started showing the actors kissing and taking each other's clothes off and it made me get so many butterflies in my stomach, and I slowly started to get wet down there since the actors were full of fucking and moaning, and just then I felt Joshua's fingers brush against my pussy. I hadn't realized he had brought his hands all the way up there, and so I gasped because of the way it felt.

"Shhh, it's okay," he said, smirking while spreading my legs.

"Ah, what are you doing?" I wailed as something took over my body, and I was being compliant and spreading my legs. Although I didn't want him to do this, just the way he was looking at him and the way he was now in position between my legs made me want to continue.

"I know you want this," he assured, "and I want to make you feel good, Sophia."

"Which one do you want, Sophia my tongue or my fingers?" he said, rubbing on my clit through my skirt.

"No, this is wrong; we shouldn't do this." I said, grinding back on the touch of his fingers, I couldn't help myself. I felt like my pussy was on fire.

"I bet you want both, don't you?" He smirked as he rubbed a little harder. I moaned and lifted up my hips for him to take my skirt and panties off.

The way he was talking to me made me feel dirty and wet, but he went on and on, "Fuck, red panties I bet you wanted this right from the beginning, didn't you slut?"

He didn't waste anything as he slipped his middle inside of me, my wetness gushing out of me, and he went in and out. "Oh fuck, your so wet," he groaned, fascinated, "and so fucking tight for me."

I whimpered underneath his touch and circled my hips for more. "Yeah, your dirty little girl, I bet you want me to finger you with all three fingers, huh?"

He was teasing me so much with his words, and it was making me feel so confident, so I called out in a gaspy tone, "Faster daddy, please."

He grinned, as he pushed my thighs apart further and added two more fingers. Now he was three fingers deep in me. Going rough and hard.

I threw my head back and arched my back off the couch, I was a moaning mess. "Whose is it, Sophia?" he said, grumbling.

I couldn't answer. I was just mumbling things and holding on to his wrist to continue. When I didn't answer, he took his fingers out and slapped my pussy so hard. "I said, whose is it, slut?"

My body shook, and I groaned, "AHH, fuck, it's yours, Joshua."

"That's not my name, slut," he said, slapping my pussy again. "Tell me."

"Fuck daddyyyy it's yours." I said, letting out a cry.

He rubbed my clit with his thumb. "Yeah, it is. isn't? Good girl."

"Can daddy eat my pussy please? I need it, Daddy, please," I said, frustrated that he took his fingers out and I missed the feeling.

"I love it when you beg like a dirty little slut," he said right before he sucked on my clit with his mouth and then he just started to devour me with his tongue.

"Oh, my godddd," I moaned loudly as he pushed his tongue into me, shoving it further. Keeping his hands on both sides of my hips to keep me still.

He moaned at the taste of me and continued as I bucked my hips. I whimpered and played with his hair as he licked and sucked me. Biting down on my clit and earning me a scream.

"You like sucking off your stepdaughter?" I asked. as I pushed his head further into my pussy. Fuck, I was going to cum any second now.

He just groaned into my pussy, making me feel I was seeing stars. I bucked my hips, circled my hips around him, and came hard. He continued fucking my pussy with his tongue until I was left shaking. "You like your daddy eating your pussy? Baby girl." He asked, smirking, and he wiped his chair with his shirt.

"Yes," I gasped, "I love it."

"Yeah? Then get on your knees and suck Daddy off," he demanded as he started to take his clothes off. I slowly got on my knees and waited patiently for Daddy. He stepped up towards me only in his boxers, with his raging hard on peeking through.

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