Daddy's Sex Kitten
The Collection
by Belle Hart
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Copyright 2011 by Belle Hart
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Consoling Daddy (back to top)
I wake up and open my eyes to find myself in my childhood bedroom. I am confused for a moment. Then I remember what happened. I walked in on my husband Chad having sex with another woman. At his office! He was actually doing it with her on his office floor. He was working late. I was going to surprise him with a sandwich for dinner. Guess I was the surprised one.
We’d been married for a year. I’m only 21. I decided to go back to my mother’s house to stay for a while. When I got here I was surprised to learn my stepfather had just discovered my mother was cheating on him. She left him last night for her boyfriend she’d been chatting with online. Wow.
My stepdad, Jason, is ten years younger than my mom. He’s in his mid-thirties. He’s a banker. He’s gorgeous. Tall, wide shoulders, muscles from working out, reddish blond hair, tan skin, sparkly green eyes. Yes, I’ve noticed these things. I have no idea what my mother’s boyfriend is like, but how can she leave Jason?
I stretch my body as I lie in the bed thinking. It’s Saturday morning. I have no idea what I will do now. I have no job. I was a housewife. I used to be a model. During my childhood and teen years. I have naturally platinum blond hair. Kind of rare, I guess. I stopped modeling because I wasn’t tall enough to continue it into adulthood. I’m only 5’4”. Also, my breasts grew to be rather ample, double D’s. You’d think that’d be okay in the mainstream modeling world, but they actually do prefer smaller breasts, or average sized. The kind of modeling available to busty women was not the kind I was interested in.
I went to college for a few years, but I could never decide on a major. I have no idea what I want to do. So when I got married, I decided to be a housewife. Chad was okay with that. And now I am totally lost. Jason said I am welcome to stay here as long as I need to. He certainly understands how I feel. Last night we stayed up late talking about it. And drinking a little bit.
The vibes got a little weird and overly sexual, so we both decided to call it a night. I climb out of bed now a little awkwardly. I’m still feeling a little tipsy. No headache, though. Nice. I’m wearing a really long white T-shirt, and my long curly hair is a little messy as I step out into the hall. I need a glass of water.
Jason doesn’t seem to be up yet. I make myself some cereal and take it back to my bedroom. I feel kind of weird living in a house with just my stepdad. He married my mother when I was 16. We never spent a whole lot of time together alone before.
When I finish my cereal, I crawl into bed again and pull the covers up to my chin. I’m probably depressed, but I don’t care. What else am I going to do today? It’s hard to erase the image of Chad pounding his dick into his gorgeous red-haired secretary from my mind. And the moaning. I may vomit. I close my eyes and try to think of nicer things. Puppies? I don’t know. I need more sleep.
I wake up to someone saying my name.
“Nichole?” he says. Then he pats my shoulder a bit. I open my eyes groggily.
“Jason?”
My stepdad is sitting on my bed, dressed and ready for the day. The light in the room is different. Shadows have shifted.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Three thirty in the afternoon.”
“Oh, my.”
He laughs. “Yeah, you kind of overslept. I thought I should wake you. Or see if you’re… depressed.”
“Duh,” I say, and pull the covers over my head.
“None of that,” he says, pulling the blankets off my head. “I know how you feel. I spent the day at the shooting range trying to hit bullseyes. Not sure it helped.” He looks a little forlorn now.
“Alright, I’ll get up,” I say. “But only if we stop talking about the obvious spouse problems. Let’s ignore them and pretend they don’t exist.”
“Hmm,” he says. “Okay. I’m going to order a pizza. And then we can… play video games or something.”
“Or you can teach me how to play video games,” I say. “Not sure I know how.”
“Okay. Good. Up up.” He smiles at me and wanders out of my room to make the call.
“Pepperoni?” he calls back to me.
“Yes, please,” I call back.
Well, we’ve started the drinking again. We ate pizza, played video games all evening, then Jason broke out the beer. I’ve only had a beer and a half, but he’s starting to look damn irresistible to me. We are sitting close on the couch and my feet are curled up on an ottoman. I’m facing him.
“I can’t believe she left you. You’re gorgeous. What was she thinking?” I suddenly blurt out. I’m too tipsy to even be embarrassed about it.
He smiles. “Thank you. I think you’re too gorgeous for Chad to cheat on also.”
“Thank you,” I say. We tap our beer bottles together. Then we laugh.
He looks at me a little seriously then. “You have very pretty blue eyes, you know.”
I look away from him. “Where is this going?” I ask quietly. Like I don’t know. I guess we are going to stop ignoring our attraction to each other?
He reaches out and puts his hand on my cheek and turns my head to face him again. I let him. I look into his eyes as he slowly moves closer to me. I don’t know if I have the nerve to do this. He leans in to kiss me and I turn away at the last second. He stops. He puts his face against my cheek. And then he sensuously kisses my cheek. I feel my body warm up.
“Oh, Jason, Jason…” I say, unsure.
“Shh…” he says. “We don’t owe anyone anything.” He goes back to kissing my cheek.
I feel a tear or two run down my cheek. Chad is the only man I’ve ever been with. It’s kind of sad that that’s over. But Chad’s the one who ended it. Not me. Jason licks the tear off my cheek. I smile. I turn to kiss him back.
He kisses me passionately. This is so bizarre. This is my mother’s husband. That’s all he’s ever been to me. This feels wrong. And sort of right. And sort of kinky. I open my mouth to let our tongues tangle together in an erotic dance. He’s a good kisser. I set my beer down on the table behind the couch. Jason does the same with his. Then he starts to unbutton my white long sleeved blouse. I dress conservatively to hide my big bust. I shiver as his rough hands touch my skin. I pull away from his kiss for a moment.
“Are we really doing this?” I ask breathlessly. “Nevermind,” I say, and then kiss him again while I laugh. I feel the fog of depression lift as he kisses me. He has my shirt off now. I gingerly reach under his rust colored T-shirt to feel his defined ab muscles. God, he’s sexy. I am too shy to pull his shirt off, but he stops kissing me long enough to whip it off and toss it aside. It makes me nervous. This is going so fast. I start to hyperventilate a little. He stops kissing.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“It’s just…” I say, trying to breathe. “I’ve never been with anyone but Chad. I’m a little… inexperienced, I guess.” I close my eyes and try to breathe normally.
“Oh… it’s okay,” he says, and rubs my shoulders a little. “Here, turn,” he says, turning me around so my back is to him. He starts rubbing my shoulders better now. He really knows how to make me feel good. And relax. He massages my muscles and I feel my breathing return to normal.
“God, that feels good,” I say. He answers by quickly kissing me between my shoulder blades. I laugh. He massages lower on my back. I moan. I hadn’t even realized how tense my muscles were. He massages all the way to the top of my pants, then he stops. I am very turned on right now. I’m kind of afraid to show it. He scoots closer to me and wraps his arms around me and puts his chin on my shoulder.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says quietly.
“You won’t. You’re not,” I say. I run my fingers up and down his forearms. He pulls away and turns me around to face him again. He kisses me gently. I kiss him back. He gradually gets more passionate. I respond eagerly. While kissing me, he scoops me up in his arms and starts to walk toward the bedrooms. He stops before he gets there. I see what he is thinking. He doesn’t want to sleep with me in the bed he shared with my mother.
“Guest bedroom?” I ask.
“Not your room?” he asks.
“I kind of lost my virginity in that room,” I say sheepishly.
“You rascal,” he says with a laugh. I laugh too. Then we kiss. He sort of stumbles as he carries me to the guest bedroom while kissing me. He lays me down on the white bedspread with little purple flowers. It’s a queen sized bed. He reaches around and unhooks the back of my plain white bra. Then he slowly peels the bra off of me, exposing my large breasts. I shiver and stare at him with desire.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says as he kisses me. He slides his fingers over one of my breasts and plays with it a little. I moan. “You like that?” he asks. Then he kisses down my neck and clavicle and slowly makes his way to one of my breasts. He surrounds the nipple and areola with his warm mouth and sucks eagerly while massaging the other breast with his hand. I moan loudly. My pussy is so wet now. I can’t believe we are doing this.
He moves his mouth to the other breast and sucks on that one for a while too. I run my fingers through his hair. I can feel my body swell with desire. My heart is beating fast. I want him so bad.
“Oh, God, Jason,” I moan as he sucks. He stops sucking and lies down on top of me, then presses his mouth to my mouth again. His mouth churns in unison with mine as our tongues dance. I run my fingers up his back, gripping his muscles. Then I run my fingers down his back and slip them inside his pants to cup his bare ass. I squeeze his muscles there too. He groans. He reaches down to undo the fly of my tan slacks. Then he scoots them off my hips. I gasp and blush. I am still nervous.
He quiets me with a kiss. I reach down to undo the fly of his gray khaki pants. He helps me. I can feel his erection pressing into my body. He slides down his pants and his hard cock is even more obvious as it presses my thigh. He gets up briefly to pull his pants and socks off. Then he slides my pants and little white socks off too. He looks me in the eye as he slowly pulls my white panties off, down my legs, and onto the floor. I am totally naked now.
Then he pulls off his boxer briefs and I see his cock for the first time. It’s quite impressive. Bigger than Chad’s. It’s long and thick. It looks strong. I’m a little intimidated, but I really want him inside me too. He lies down on top of me again, our bare skin touching now. His dick is teasing the outside of my pussy as he kisses me passionately again. I gingerly spread my legs for him, which makes my heart pound with embarrassment.
He massages my breasts as he kisses me. He reaches one hand down and slips his fingers inside my wet pussy. He stops kissing me then to look me in the eye. His face is full of desire, and I’m sure mine is too.
“You want this?” he asks breathlessly. “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” I say, and a few tears leak out of my eyes again. “Put it in.” Then I turn away as I blush. He kisses my cheek. Then he guides his big dick into my pussy with his hand. I am shocked by the size of him and how it feels. It’s scary, but wonderful.
“Oh, God…” I say, then I moan. He pushes himself deeper into me. I groan. He kisses my cheek again and my ear, which turns me on more. Then he starts to slowly thrust into me. I grunt. I can feel my sexual juices flooding my pussy with wetness.
“Oh, God, Nichole,” he says as he thrusts into me slowly. He shivers a little. I stroke his back as he fucks me.
I can feel my body tingling with pleasure. He fills me up so completely. He even stretches me a little, he’s so big. I am in awe.
“Oh, God,” he says again. “You are a perfect fit… so tight…” He moans.
I feel my pussy spasm in a mini orgasm as I groan. He speeds up his thrusting then.