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  They dragged my office chair to the middle of the study, their hot little bodies desperate, my fingers too heavy to touch their perky tits, their bubble butts, their sweet dripping pussies.

  I would have felt sorry for myself if I wasn’t so fucking desperate to fuck a tight, young little pussy.

  One of the girls got on top of me.

  She pulled my hands against her and I exhaled harshly when I felt her satin-smooth skin beneath my fingertips. Perfect, fucking perfect sweet little girl, so fucking sweet I wanted to lick her until I got to her damn center.

  Amanda. It had to be Amanda.

  The other one was still hugging me from the back so sweetly, something Kendall would do.

  “Mandy,” I managed to get out. “Fucking don’t, don’t do this.”

  She giggled and wiggled her butt on top of my dick, rubbing her cheeks all over my cock soaked in my own juices, smearing them over her pretty little panties.

  “Don’t you recognize me, Daddy?” she asked sweetly, and I groaned.

  “Kendall,” I whispered. My sweet girl. My first mistake. My favorite one. “Kendall, please… F-fucking stop this… S-stop this madness…”

  “I don’t think so,” Amanda whispered in my ear, her fingers clutching my hair and pulling my head back.

  She kissed my mouth like she had every right to do so, right in front of her twin. I felt Kendall getting on top of me, pushing her panties aside, her sweet little cunt dripping all over my cock. So fucking desperate to please and have something hard inside that tight pussy. Almost as desperate as I felt. Only she could actually do something about it, and all I could manage was to groan and try not to burst as she rubbed her peachy cunt all over me.

  She started pushing down as Amanda kissed me, sweet, forbidden kisses, her tongue lapping at mine. I tried to fucking yell at Kendall, tell her we’d just decided to use rubbers, to fucking get the hell off me and at least put something on before she impaled herself on my dick.

  But my mouth was fucking slack.

  My whole body was rigid, and it felt like the only part of me that was working was my dick.

  She started riding. Not even fucking riding. Milking, fucking milking my cock with her tightness, moaning so damn loudly the whole street could have heard her. She humped me like a dirty little bitch twice her age, so needy, so fucking loud, begging in shouts and screams so desperate I had to fight every instinct not to come inside her then and there.

  “Don’t you want to fill her up, Daddy?” Amanda whispered against my lips. “Don’t you want to fill your favorite little girl up?”

  I groaned, unable to form a coherent response. I couldn’t fucking move and she damn well knew it, they both did. Kendall kept riding me, her arms wrapping around my neck, right around her sister standing behind me. They looked at each other and smiled sweet little sister smiles as one fucked me and the other encouraged it.

  “You want to, I know you do,” Amanda told me. “I know you’re so fucking desperate to burst into her. To fill her up, Daddy. To fucking knock her up with your baby. I know you want to. I know you need to. I know you’re going to.”

  She leaned closer, her breath a hot whisper in the shell of my ear.

  “You have to, Daddy,” she said, a hint of a smile to her tone. “Because if you refuse to, we’re going to force you, until you knock her the fuck up. Until you’ve pumped so many loads into her tiny little pussy we all know you’ve knocked her up for sure.”

  “J-Jesus,” I uttered, and she giggled against my ear.

  I tried to reach for Kendall’s hips but my hands were fucking useless. God, I wanted her. I’d never wanted anything more.

  My drugged-out eyes focused on hers, her desperate little gaze, the way she chewed her bottom lip with a combination of nervousness and absolute, insatiable need.

  “D-Daddy,” she whispered, and I fucking lost it.

  I wanted to pump into her. I wanted to ruin her and then give her sister a turn. But I couldn’t even fucking move. They’d put something in my drink, some shit that completely paralyzed me but made my dick so fucking hard it hurt. It showed no sign of easing off, my erection there to stay, so fucking loaded I felt like I could burst any damn second.

  “Beg,” Amanda whispered in my ear. “Beg for her to milk you dry, Daddy.”

  “Please,” I grunted. “Come on, baby girl, come on Kendall, milk me.”

  “Beg nicer,” Amanda laughed in my ear. “Your turn now Daddy. Come on, beg your pretty baby girl to make you burst. Beg her to get you off with her tight little cunt.”

  Her fingers wound in my hair, pulled on it. Her lips were hot on my throat, sucking and biting at the tender skin there.

  “Please, Kenny,” I begged. “Please fucking work my dick like a good girl. Be a good little girl for Daddy. Bounce on my dick, just like that, baby girl, come on, just like that.”

  She moaned softly, such a sweet little sound as she rode my cock. Amanda kept kissing me, that sinful little mouth hot against mine, her tongue pushing into me, kissing me so fucking desperately. They were driving me up the wall, such sexy little vixens, and they were doing everything in their power to get me off.

  I felt myself getting close to the edge, so fucking close my eyes rolled back and I willed myself not to come. Firstly, because I didn’t want this to be over, and secondly because I didn’t want to risk coming unprotected inside my stepdaughter’s fertile little cunt.

  But she worked it, she milked it, she fucking bounced on me until I couldn’t help myself anymore. I came with a growl, my arms hanging uselessly at my sides. I couldn’t even grab her but I didn’t really need to.

  Kendall wrapped her arms around my neck and fucked herself with my cock while Amanda ravaged my mouth. They took advantage of me until I felt like a fucking husk of a man, spent and absolutely shattered as my cock finally succumbed and filled Kendall’s hot little pussy with salty, hot cum.

  She got me off laughing and giggling like a fucking little bitch, with her sister’s mouth and her moans on mine. She climbed off of me, her tight cunt dripping with my seed.

  Jesus fucking Christ, these two little bitches were going to ruin everything. They were going to fuck up all my plans, ruin everything. They were running the game now, not me.

  Amanda walked up behind Kendall and gently took her by the shoulders, whispering something in her ear and making her giggle.

  “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered. “That was so good… I think it’s Amanda’s turn now, don’t you?”

  I groaned, but by some miracle, and probably because of the drug they’d slipped in my drink, my cock was still fucking hard as hell, throbbing and ready to plow the other sister. Mandy stared at me with wicked intent and she laughed out loud seeing how helpless I was.

  I hadn’t ever really looked at Amanda the way I looked at Kendall.

  Kenny was my little girl, my sweet little baby girl, my favorite, my precious girl. But Amanda, she was sex on legs, she was a vixen, a nasty little slut that begged as well as she fucked – and sucked even better.

  I looked at her now with different eyes as she stepped in front of her sister, clasping her hands behind her back and giving me a timid little look. I knew she was playing, but goddamn, it was getting me off already.

  Her tight, heavy tits, bigger than her sister’s. She looked so fucking cum hungry it drove me absolutely crazy, and I watched as Kendall took her hand and led her closer to me. She helped her sister climb on top of me, lower her pussy on my cock still soaked with Kenny’s juices. I watched Amanda moan and whisper for me as she took all of me in her pretty cunt.

  Kendall stepped to the side, and before I could fully understand what was going on, she lay on her back on my desk and grabbed my useless arm as her sister started to fuck herself on my cock.

  My body wouldn’t obey my own mind, but when it came to Kendall, it followed every desire she had. She made me stretch out my fingers, and I groaned out loud when she forced two inside her cunt. I could fee
l my own cum inside her, warm and sticky and filling her up so good as she fucked herself with my own hand. At the same time, Mandy bounced on my cock like it was what she was made to do.

  “Hi, Daddy,” Amanda whispered against my lips.

  She sounded so fucking shy like that, even though I knew better. I muttered something back but I couldn’t even fucking form words. When she moved on top of me, I felt my straining cock spill precum inside her tight little cunt.

  “You know,” Amanda said huskily. “I’ll never forgive you for picking her, Daddy.”

  She slammed down on my dick.

  “Kendall was your favorite.”

  She bounced, my balls sticking to her ass.

  “I was always second best.”

  Her tits were pushed up in my face.

  “But I’m going to fucking fight for that first spot.”

  Kendal mewled next to her, using four of my fingers to get off now.

  “And you’re going to love us both the same,” Amanda moaned.

  I was so close. So torturously, painfully close.

  “Because that’s what good daddies do.”

  They came together, so fucking perfectly I couldn’t help myself either. I felt Amanda’s pussy leaking all over me, I felt Kendall’s pussy squeeze out my cum as she came on my fingers, and I just fucking let myself explode for the second time. The second I did, while I was still grunting, Amanda climbed off me and Kendall helped her lie on her back, grabbing her legs by the ankles and holding them up for her.

  I stared at my girls, my first love helping my princess get all the cum she’d worked so hard for inside of her. I thought I’d pass the hell out watching them. They never touched inappropriately, not once. They were such good little girls for me.

  And watching them, I knew full well that even if they hadn’t tricked me like this, I would’ve forced them into the same situation as soon as I possibly fucking could.

  And now that I’d had a taste of them like this…

  I was addicted.

  Epilogue - Levi

  1 year later

  The new house was stunning.

  It had been a month since I'd sold my apartment in the city. A month since I'd taken a step back from all work activities, taken a year off, finally using the money that had been accumulating in my bank account.

  Only a few weeks ago, I signed and bought a new home in a different city, in the suburbs. It was a nice neighborhood, gated and safe, but what really attracted me to it was the fact that everyone in it seemed to keep to themselves. Nobody was going to bother us here. Nobody would bat their eyes twice at us, and even if they did, our house ruled over the neighborhood, standing tall and proud on an acre of beautiful grounds.

  My girls were the ones who found it, and I was surprised by them not wanting to live in the city. Every other woman I'd been with had insisted on living in the city, closer to the stores and the bustling nightlife. But these days, my girls were happiest being with me, curled up in front of the TV or tending to the beautiful grounds. Kendall had found a new passion for gardening, something her sister wouldn't stop mocking her about while she lay by the pool, lazily devouring another dog-eared thriller.

  I loved my new life.

  The stress of city living, of having a high maintenance wife, had gotten to me. I was starting to feel my age, but never with Kendall and Amanda around. With them on my arms I felt younger, full of life. I felt like a fucking stud, like I had been when I was years younger. But they made everything like that, every single thing we did together. It was like they sprinkled special magic on our life, making it so damn perfect I could hardly believe I got to live it with them.

  "Daddy," Kendall whined. "Can I have some ice cream?"

  "I'll get it," Amanda said, jumping up and leaving her book on the lounge chair. I watched her walk into the house, grabbing their favorite tub of cookie dough and two spoons.

  When she came back outside, I glared at her.

  "No spoon for me?" I asked, and she rolled her eyes.

  "No way," she said. "You have to watch your blood sugar, Daddy. We want you healthy."

  "Yeah," Kendall giggled, getting up and stealing the ice cream from her sister. "You better be in good condition if you want to keep up with two nineteen-year-olds."

  They giggled and I smiled affectionately at them.

  One of the best parts of this had been watching my girls grow closer. Watching them love each other, learn to accept their quirks and adapt to the life we were starting in the suburbs. It was a beautiful thing, seeing them getting along so well. There was only one thing missing from our perfect life, and I wasn't sure what their thoughts were on it.

  I wanted a kid.

  God, how I fucking wanted one.

  I was getting up there in years, and I didn't know how the girls felt about the whole subject, especially given the nature of our relationship. I wasn't even sure which one wanted a kid, and it would inevitably cause a rift in the flow of things. I didn't want to disturb our relationship – we'd worked so hard to make it perfect.

  I looked up at the girls to find them whispering something to one another, but when my eyes locked with theirs, they were all giggles and innocent smiles.

  "You're planning something devious," I told them, and Amanda stuck her tongue out at me while Kendall's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I'll find out sooner or later, you know that, don't you?"

  "Of course you will, Daddy," Kendall said innocently.

  I thought about the previous night, how she'd squealed and begged me to fuck her like a whore while I fucked her. What a change the day had made.

  I'd fucked her raw, just as I had been since the beginning. She never questioned it, and neither did Amanda. And I kept fucking hoping, like a sad old man, that I'd knock one of them up. Have a perfect little baby with one of my girls. I'd spoil that kid fucking rotten.

  Kendall took the ice cream back into the freezer, and Amanda came up to me, sliding on my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck.

  "Daddy," she said affectionately, nuzzling against me. "Kenny told me you fucked her ass last night."

  "That's right," I replied distractedly, going through the paper on the table in front of us, my hand gently caressing her back.

  "Why didn't you fuck her pussy?" Mandy asked. "You know she comes more when you fuck her pussy."

  "Because Daddy wanted her ass, princess," I told her easily, giving her a grin. "And maybe tonight I'll want yours, so you better be ready for me."

  "But I thought you were teaching her to squirt like me," Amanda sighed. "I want her to, Daddy, she always worries about it."

  I thought of the previous night, of the way Kendall had fucking come, squirting so much I'd had to change the sheets at three a.m. in the morning. God, it was like a fucking waterfall, and I'd made her lick up her own juices off the stained sheets, reveling in her flushed, embarrassed face.

  "I think your sister might have something to fill you in on," I told Amanda.

  She giggled and slid off my lap just as Kendall appeared.

  They held each other's hands and came to sit in front of me, kneeling on the floor just like I'd taught them. I'd placed soft, oversized cushions throughout the house, and they were being such good little girls, kneeling whenever I asked them to and sometimes even without incentive, they were so fucking desperate to please me.

  They looked up at me with those beautiful, adoring eyes, and I counted my lucky stars. Fuck, I'd changed my ways since I'd meet my sweet little vixens.

  Gone were the days of cheating, of wanting different women. I had everything I wanted right in front of me, two stunning women on their knees, ready to please every whim and desire I could think of. I still couldn't believe the lengths they went to, trying to please me, but I wasn't about to argue about it either. I fucking loved it, loved them debasing themselves for me, becoming nothing but cum-hungry little sluts whenever I pulled my cock out.

  "Daddy," Kendall said gently, and I looked down at the
m, stroking their cheeks lovingly.

  "Yes, sweetheart?" I asked.

  "We have something to tell you," Mandy piped in, and my eyes danced between the two of them.

  "What is it, my girls?" I asked, my heart and my mind fearing the worst.

  The fears was constantly there. They were going to find someone else, decide this wasn't working for them. They were going to leave me, split up our perfect relationship, walk away from all of this to have lives of their own, with men they could marry, men that only belong to one girl. I was worried they'd realize this wasn't what they wanted. And my heart rocked with the anticipation of them telling me just that.

  "Daddy," Kendall said again. "We..."

  "You what?" I asked, trying to fight off my nerves. "Come on, baby girl, don't play around."

  Kendall looked at her sister for help, and I locked eyes with Amanda, my heart pounding as I waited for her to deliver the news.

  "Daddy, we're going to have babies," Amanda said with a sweet little smile playing on my lips.

  My heart fucking stopped as I stared at them.

  "A baby?" I asked, my voice shaky. "Which one of you..."

  "Both of us," Kendall admitted shyly, giving me a brilliant grin. "We were both late. Probably about a month into it now."

  "And we're sorry if you don't want this," Amanda hurried. "We were scared of telling you. We took the tests today and... we are. Both of us."

  "Pregnant?" I asked, and they both looked at the ground guiltily. "Fuck..."

  Kendall's bottom lip trembled and Amanda bit hers, and I realized they were misconstruing my reaction.

  I jumped up, and they flinched at the sight of it, but I made them get up, a brilliant smile playing on my lips.

  "My little girls," I said. "I'm going to be a fucking father. How perfect."

  Their eyes lit up and I hugged them both, pulling them against me, their tight little bodies bursting with emotion just as much as mine was.

  "Oh, Daddy," Kendall whispered.

  "You're not angry?" Amanda wanted to know, and I grinned at them.

  "No fucking way," I said simply. "This is all I ever wanted. And both of you at the same time... Fuck, girls, you've made me the happiest man in the world."