Daddy Knows Best Ch. 01

~~Grant~~

Letting out an exasperated sigh, I take a look at my watch. "Well. It's almost 6... I guess I need to figure out something for dinner," I mumble to myself. My new wife is out of town on business. For the fourth time this year. It's made the process of getting to know my new stepdaughter a challenge.

She's freshly 18 -- just starting college. Am I paranoid to think she's been teasing me this week? Leaning over me in low-cut shirts, wearing skimpy, more and more revealing clothes while it's been just us. Last night we sat on the couch for a while watching a movie.

During the unexpected sex scene, we made awkward eye contact. Maybe it was just the moment, but I swear I saw a smirk on her lips. During dinner, she brought my plate out and set it down before leaning over and kissing my cheek. She specifically tilted my face into her chest, and her extremely low-cut tank.

Anyway, dinnertime. Pizza? Burgers? I guess I should ask her what she wants to eat. Alyssa isn't a picky eater, but I try to give her a few different options. She's cool, an old soul, quirky, and smart.

Standing up from the couch, I go to check the ingredients before I give her any options. The path to the kitchen sends me right past her room, and I overhear some familiar noises. Suggestive moans, whimpers, and the unmistakable sounds of sex. Is she watching porn?

"That's it, right there... harder, Daddy." That audio, loud and clear. Ahh yep, that's porn. I stroll past, deciding it's not my business, and move on to the kitchen.

We have stuff for burgers or frozen pizzas. Those sound waves are still tickling my ear; the pounding sounds of needy bodies slamming into each other. I try to ignore the sexually frustrating distraction. We have stuff for pasta, maybe steak?

I make myself a drink, now stalling to give her time to finish up. I'd want that courtesy after all. Jack and Coke on the rocks and a few puffs off of my vape. The THC should steady my nerves for this hopefully normal and totally not awkward conversation. Sipping my drink, I head back down the hall. Those enticing noises, still going loud and clear. Now that I'm right outside the door, I hear a second moan, lower than the porn, but distinctively different.

I felt a rise in my sweats at her sounds of pleasure, striking a certain itch in the back of my neck. A tickle that shoots down through my nerves, into my muscles, tendons, and straight into the center of my bones. My cock twitches, eager for a release. I stand there a moment longer, still listening to her.

I wrap my hand around the doorknob and turn it slowly, before opening the door quickly and announcing my presence with a loud, "Knock, knock, ready for food?" I speak nonchalantly, trying to seem totally unaware of the situation taking place in front of me.

Her laptop is sitting on a pillow between her spread legs. Her skirt hiked up around her waist, with no panties. Her left hand resting on her smooth, slick mound. A finger inside herself, her hips gyrating back and forth to the motions.

My eyes unable to look away, she has her shirt unbuttoned with her bare chest exposed, heaving, small rivulets of sweat beading up on her collarbone. Her nipples stiff, and a desperately wicked look in her eyes.

~~Alyssa~~

Settling under the covers on my bed, I open my laptop and pull up the website some of my friends were talking about after class today. Ever since that conversation, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I've touched myself before, but not while watching porn. Kissed a few boys, sure. But I've never thought about anything beyond that. My education has always come first; I don't have time for anything else. Nor do I have any idea what I'm doing.

After everything they were talking about, though, imagining it was them in those videos having those things done to them, there's been a hot, aching need between my legs.

I stare at the home page of the website, feeling a little overwhelmed. I don't know what to click on or what to search for. I scroll down, looking for something that seems interesting enough. Seeing one titled "Stepdad Teaches Stepdaughter A Lesson" stops my scrolling, and I click on it, my eyes automatically darting up to my closed door.

My own stepdad, Grant, is just a few steps away from my room, probably in the living room somewhere. He just married my mom a few months ago, and I'm still not used to having him around. He's just so damn distracting with his crisp, linen shirts and fancy suits he always wears. His always perfectly styled, mostly black hair with a few greys thrown in around his temple and scattered throughout his trimmed beard drives me crazy. I know he's my stepdad, but a girl can dream, right? Almost every time that I've touched myself since he's come around, I've thought about him. I can't help myself.

Eyes glued to the screen, I watch the man having his way with the young girl, hearing her moan and ask for more. I almost don't hear the footsteps passing by my door, and I scramble to turn the volume down, panicking that Grant might have heard. Keeping the volume almost muted, I wait until I hear ice cubes rattling in the kitchen before turning the volume back up, sighing in relief.

Setting my laptop on a pillow in front of me, I pull my skirt up and reach between my legs, unable to stop myself from picturing me and Grant on that screen.

I just want to think about it, just for a few minutes. Run my finger in slow circles around my clit, wishing it was Grant. I picture his face when I wear tight, low-cut shirts around him, when I lean over just a little too far and catch him looking down my shirt. A little innocent flirting never hurt anyone, right?

I'm lost in my head, lazily touching my slick folds, when I hear Grant's voice at the same time my door flies open, and I freeze, panicking for a second.

There is no way I'm talking myself out of this.

I scramble to mostly cover myself and push my laptop screen down in one movement, my skin burning hot from embarrassment.

"Daddy! What are you doing? Don't you knock?"

The only sound in the room comes from my laptop, and he only breaks eye contact with me for a moment to glance at it before he slowly raises his eyes back to my face, and I swear he pauses at the parts of my body I hadn't managed to cover. Not that I tried all that hard.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I was just, um..." I trail off, not really sure how I'm supposed to explain this. Maybe feigning innocence is the best way to go.

His jaw ticks a few times, and I can't tell if he's angry or turned on. He clears his throat before he speaks, his voice rough and quiet. "So, where did you learn about this sort of thing?"

I look down at the floor, embarrassment flushing my cheeks. "Um... Just from some friends at school."

I can feel my skin burning hot. I can't believe this is happening right now.

~~Grant~~

Her response is innocent enough; it's how I discovered porn. "I see. D'ya like this? It turn you on?"

She looks over, shocked, so innocently embarrassed. When I lean in closer, though, her eyes are fiery, and her lips are curled into an excited expression. Her reply comes across as honest.

"I don't know, Daddy. I was just curious what it looked like. What it might feel like."

I can't help but gaze over her body; she's doing a terrible job at covering herself. Is she even trying? Her excited breathing and her tits heaving draw my eyes to her bare chest, then down her body; her thick thighs are spread so perfectly, giving me a shot of her bald, swollen cunt, barely covered by her skirt.

My eyes snap back to hers. "Oh. So, you've never tried any of this?"

There's a moment where I consider how to play this before I remember that she's been giving me flirty signals all week. Not to mention, I can see her still trying to discreetly rub her clit as she's "pretending" to cover up.

Alyssa's voice cracks, "Oh my god! This is so embarrassing. No! I haven't done any of this. I swear."

I don't know if she's being honest or not, but this innocent little girl act is really doing something to me. I feel my cock start to throb softly. I decide to play the concerned dad role a bit.

I tilt my head in a sympathetic manner. "Nothing at all?" I don't want to give off the impression that she's in any trouble.

This precious girl looks up at me and bats her pretty green eyes. "No. I mean, I've kissed boys before, but that was it. I wouldn't let them do anything else. I didn't know how."

Smart girl, those teenage dumbasses only care about themselves. I used to be one; they didn't know how either. "How does it feel inside when you watch this? You think about someone putting their tongue inside you like that?"

That probably wasn't the 'father of the year' question to ask; horny brain was taking over.

Instead of the deflecting response that I was expecting, she again comes across as open and honest, maybe even eager. "I don't... know. I get, um, wet down there. It looks like it would feel good. Maybe." She does this sort of shrug, and she moves her hands away, further exposing herself to me.

Moving to her side, I rub her back and shoulders. I make sure to lean in for a closer view of her glistening pussy.

"When it's done correctly, it feels very good. Like you might explode." I give her an honest reply.

Just getting my hands on her soft skin gives me a rush of electricity from the depths of my balls to the tip of my cock.

I watch Alyssa squeeze her legs together, but she doesn't move away from my hands. Her next question was unexpected. She tilts her head slightly and says in a teasing tone, "But... how do I know if it's being done right?"

I lick my lips and lean in for a more intimate question, "Have you touched yourself down there, sweet girl?" My hands continue making gentle kneading motions on her shoulders and down her back.

She doesn't hesitate to answer, "Umm. Sometimes I do. Just a little." She still sounds curious; however, her tone is now a mix between that sweet innocence and this new, more teasing purr.

"Yeah, do you now?" Her response turns me on even more. I slide my hands down her sides to rest around her waist in a gentle hug, settling onto the bed behind her.

Alyssa tenses for a second before relaxing against my chest. Her relaxation comes through with her honest response, "It, um, it felt good, but when it started feeling like that, I stopped because it... It was too much. I couldn't keep going." Feeling her rest against me causes my lustful thoughts for her to rise even further.

I push the laptop screen open so we can both see the video. Next, I slide my hands back down to her hips. I whisper to her, in the encouraging tone of a teacher, "Watch what he's doing, rubbing right there. It'll feel really good. Have you tried that?"

We watch the screen as the male actor slowly massages the female actress's clit in a circular motion. Alyssa squirms a little under my hands before relaxing again. She continued, "A little, but it felt so good, and my skin got hot, and I felt that feeling, like I was going to explode, and I stopped. I thought I might be doing it wrong."

This poor thing is stopping before the best part. I desperately wanna show her what finishing feels like. I move my hands farther down to her thighs. I continue with my advice, "You know, lovebug, sometimes it's way better when someone else does it."

Alyssa relaxes her legs and parts them a little under my hands. As she does, I squeeze her thighs as a sign to continue. She lays her head back against my chest and says with a sigh, "But Daddy, I don't know anyone who could do that for me."

She smells enticing, like vanilla and cocoa butter. She has no idea she's driving me so wild. I give her a low growl and kiss her earlobe gently. I don't allow myself a chance to stop; I just offer, "Well, you trust me, right? I could show you."

Alyssa sighs again and rests her hands over mine, gripping her thighs. She coos in a breathy whisper, "That kiss felt so good. But is that okay? You'd want to do that for me, my first time?"

My lips slide down from her ear and kiss her neck. Knowing that she's just given me the green light, I maneuver my hand up her thigh and under her skirt. Since we're being honest, I ask, "What would you say if I tell you I've fantasized about this?

My little princess leans her head to the side so I can get to her neck easier. Taking advantage, I nibble and suckle while she whimpers, "About me? What were we doing?"

Resting my right hand above her bare pussy, I can feel her juices already smeared across the entire area. My heart is pounding out of my chest, and I can feel the blood rushing through every inch of my cock.

"Well. In my fantasy, you asked me to make you come."

I think my confession shocked her a little. She breathes out a sigh, letting her legs fall open all the way. Her head quickly turns to stare at my hand.

"Can you, Daddy? I want to know how good it feels." The excited desperation in her voice comes through loud and clear.

~~Alyssa~~

A small voice in the back of my head is telling me this is so wrong, and we shouldn't be doing this, but a larger part of my head just doesn't care. I've fantasized about this too, more than I'm willing to admit to him, and I'm not about to give up the chance to live this out. For him to be the first one to do this to me.

His low voice in my ear wakes up the butterflies in my stomach, and I swear for a second I forget how to breathe as he answers me.

"Yes, of course, baby girl. You're already so wet down there." Two of his fingers slide across my skin, tracing my clit slowly, just barely pressing down. "See, start out like this, precious. How's this?"

My hips involuntarily jerk at his touch, and a moan slips from my lips before I can even stop it. "Oh, that feels so good. It never felt like that when I did it." I already feel that heavy, burning feeling that makes me stop every time. It's like my entire body is engulfed in a fire that starts between my legs and radiates outward.

He runs his left hand up my side and grabs one of my tits, tweaking my nipple softly, and a soft squeak sounds in my throat.

"I can make it feel so much better, little one." He promises.

His fingers continue the assault on my clit, picking up speed and changing directions. It feels so good it hurts; my pussy clenching around nothing, like it's angry at being neglected. A moan from deep in my throat falls out, and my left hand slaps at the bed, clenching the blanket beneath us until my knuckles go white.

My hips are rocking up and down, trying to escape his fingers, but it's as if they're glued to my clit, because they never break contact. I try to close my legs, my system overloaded.

I can't take this anymore. I've never touched myself for this long.

The second my left leg moves, his left hand reaches down and pushes it back down, a silent order to leave it that way.

I groan loudly, watching his strong, tanned left hand slide up, caressing my hip gently, up my stomach, and stopping at my chest, taking each nipple between his fingers and rolling them gently.

My back arches away from him, and I whimper softly, my voice coming out whiny and strained. "Daddy, please. It feels so good; I can't take it."

Gentle but firm pressure is applied by his hand on my chest, pushing my trembling body back against his. I feel the vibrations from his voice against my back, and his hot breath against my neck sends lightning rods of pleasure down to my core.

"No, baby. It's okay. Just breathe. You're okay."

His right hand slows for just a second, his fingers splitting to rest on either side of my clit, rolling it between them firmly, and my eyes roll back in my head. A screaming moan sounds in my ears, and between my own heartbeat, his softly spoken praise, and my own body fighting between wanting more and needing it to stop, I can't tell whether that sound was me or the video still playing in front of us.

His fingers go back to rubbing quick, hard circles around my clit, and all I can do is focus on what his hands are doing to me. His voice in my ear does nothing but add to the way the rest of me feels.

"You feel it building up yet?"

"Please, please, please, I need it to stop. I feel like I'm on fire. Please--"

His left hand wrapping around my throat cuts my pleas off suddenly. Two of his fingers are suddenly plunged deep inside my aching pussy, somehow pushing all the air out of my lungs at the same time.

"No, baby girl. You can do it. It feels so good, right? God, you're so fucking tight."

"Oh, fuck. Yes, Daddy, it feels so good."

Every muscle in my body goes rigid, my hips raising to meet each thrust of his thick fingers inside me. I grip his left forearm tightly, my nails digging into his skin.

With what sounded like a growl, I feel his fingers move, pressing on a spot inside my hole that makes me want to scream, cry, tell him to stop, and beg for more all at once.

"Just like that, my sweet girl. Almost there. You're such a good girl. I love how soaked you are for me. You're gonna feel so fucking good soon."

I can't imagine feeling any better than this. I'm burning, the raging inferno inside me flaring hotter and hotter, and I know that I'll never be able to recreate this feeling on my own. I don't think anybody could ever make me feel like this ever again.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna explode. Please don't stop." My hips are rocking in time with each thrust of his fingers inside me, my legs shaking so much they're practically vibrating.

My back arches away from him again, and his left hand squeezes the sides of my throat a little tighter, making my head go fuzzy and dropping a hazy veil over the entire room. His fingers still thrust deep inside me, each movement pressing his palm against my clit. His left arm feels heavy against my chest, and I relax back into him.

"That's it. Good girl, just like that. You feel that swelling up in your stomach? Stop fighting it, princess. Go with it. Come on, baby girl. Let go. Come for me. Let it take over, let me make you feel good."

His palm stays pressed firmly to my clit, his fingers pushed as deep inside me as he can get them, and he moves his entire hand in sharp, tight circles, and I scream, crying out loudly.

The fire that's been building up underneath my skin tightens to just my core, and it's like it explodes. I've never felt anything like this in my life, and it's at this second I know that I'll never stop begging my stepdad to make me come just like this over and over. I'm addicted after one time, and I'll never get enough of this.

"Fuck, Daddy. Oh my god, yes. I'm coming. Please don't stop. This feels so good."

"You did so fucking good. I knew you could take it. Have you ever put more than one of your fingers inside you? Was this too painful?"

He slows the movements of his hand against my slick pussy in time with my still shuddering body until we both fall still. I'm sweaty and sticky, and my chest heaves in time with his against my back until we both fall still, his fingers still buried inside me, just resting there.

"No, Daddy. It feels so good; it makes me feel so full. It makes me want more."

He growls again, nipping my earlobe softly, kissing my neck slowly as I talk.

"Yeah, love bug? You want more? I can give you more."

As much as I already feel exhausted and like I could sleep for a week, I still need more of him. All of him.

"Please, Daddy. I need it. You feel so fucking good inside me."

He slides out from behind me on the bed, pushing gently on the back of my neck until I'm on my knees with my face and chest resting against the mattress, leaving my ass and pussy open and exposed. I'm suddenly very aware of the fact that it's my stepdad, my mother's husband, standing behind me, the first man ever to be looking at the most vulnerable, private parts of my body.

The moment that thought enters my mind, what I assume is his dick, which feels exponentially thicker than his two fingers, presses into my dripping folds quickly.

"Mmm. Fuck yes. I can give you so much more, princess."

A desperate sound that can only be described as animalistic tears from my throat, and my hips thrust back against him, his hips meeting my ass cheeks with a soft smack.

"Oh, fuck! I feel so full. Oh my god, Daddy. Please make me come, Daddy." I intentionally ask him the same question from his fantasy, again, because even through the overwhelming amount of ecstatic pleasure coursing through my body, I want this to be just as good for him as it is for me.

His large hands take my hips roughly, pulling them back against his as he thrusts forward, his veiny dick as deep inside me as it can go. Each movement in and out draws a new, moaning sound from my lips.

"Yes, precious. You feel so fucking good. Your pussy feels like a vice grip. You're so fucking tight. You're doing such a good job, taking all of me."

At the sound of him telling me how tight I am, a small voice reminds me of a trick that one of my friends told me about, and I'm glad my face is pressed into the mattress so that he can't see the smirk that graces my lips for just a moment.

"Oh my god. Yes, please, it feels so fucking good, Daddy!"

I clench the muscles inside my hole around him as hard as I can, managing to time it right as he's thrusting back into me. The added friction it creates makes my eyes fly open, and a high-pitched squeal leaves my mouth.

It causes him to break rhythm for a second, and I feel him shudder behind me, his voice coming out deep and strained.

"Oh fuck. You dirty little girl. Where did you learn that?"

I hear the loud crack before I register the feeling of his hand spanking my right ass cheek. I yelp, jerking forward at the feeling.

His continued, nearly violent, thrusts into me make each word come out in a moan as I answer him. "I heard it would feel good for you and wanted to try it. Did I do it right?"

I feel his hand lift from my hip, and this time I'm expecting the feeling of him spanking my other ass cheek, harder this time, and he groans loudly.

"Yes, buttercup. I loved it. Drives me wild. Do it again."

I clench my muscles around his thick shaft, holding it this time, and I can feel the added effort he has to put in to keep the same rhythm. I moan, long and low, as my legs start shaking.

"Daddy, I'm gonna come again. Please, don't stop, I'm so close."

While he never stops moving, I feel him shift, lifting his right leg and planting his foot beside my knee. He presses even deeper into me, quickening his thrusts, and gripping my hips and holding me still as he slams his cock into me relentlessly until I'm screaming and my whole body is vibrating with need.

"Fuck yes. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming. Oh my god, thank you, Daddy. You make me feel so fucking good.

~~Grant~~

I press my cock deep into her once more and pull it out slowly. As I pull back, a thin thread of our mixed fluids stretches and breaks. Once my cock is removed, the thickly flowing come spills from her swollen hole. My right hand takes the black sea that is her hair, wrapping it around my fist.

"Now, here is where you learn how to finish me. Keep your hands behind your back and clean your come off my cock. I know you've seen this part before, right?"

Alyssa stares at my cock, before licking the tip. "Like this?" She teases. She slowly starts sucking, then runs her warm, wet tongue over the stiff head.

"Fuck yes, baby, just like that." Fully embracing my feral side, I tighten the grip my hand has in her hair, helping to move her head back and forth. "Want Daddy to fuck your pretty face?"

Alyssa sucks harder, and while moaning, her head nods enthusiastically. Long strands of spit begin leaking from around her lips as I pull her face faster and more violently, thrusting my cock into her tight throat.

Both of my hands take her cheeks, still thrusting my rock-hard rod in and out of her mouth. "You want me to use you like my personal fleshlight, you dirty fucking girl?"

Alyssa gags, and with tears in her eyes, her lips form a smile around my cock. She nods her head up and down while mumbling, "Please Daddy, use me," while still holding my hardness in place.

"You like it when Daddy trains you to be his perfect fuck toy?" I wipe my baby girl's eyes, smearing her mascara into that perfect ruined look. "Baby girl, you look so beautiful"

She continues to moan around my cock, running her tongue along the vein on the bottom. "Yes, Daddy, use me like a toy," her voice still muffled with her mouth full of me.

I begin to whimper and moan more hungrily. My knees shake, nearly buckling. My hands hold her face tighter.

"Baby, I'm getting so close. You feel so good. I'm gonna use you all the time." I can feel the tingling in my scrotum telling me I'm about to bust.

Alyssa gags again, the tears steadily streaming down, while she looks up at me. Holding my eye contact, she nods, "Yes, please, Daddy."

"Fuck, I can't get enough. You drive me wild. I need you to suck hard, run your tongue along the vein again." Her breathing, now ragged. My cock starts throbbing faster. The orgasm quickly building, "Mmm, fuck yes, baby."

Alyssa groans loudly around my cock, sucking hard, and tracing the vein. My good girl gags each time my cock hits the back of her tightening throat.

I hold her head down hard on my cock, I can feel the rush. I know it won't be much longer. Her lips are closed tight around me, and her tongue is assaulting the veins. I let out a grunting moan, "Baby, I'm gonna come. You are so fucking good."

She continues sucking hard and presses her hands onto my thighs to steady herself. The added leverage pushes my cock to the back of her throat. That feeling sends me overboard; my legs start to tremble.

My eyes roll back hard, and I can feel myself losing control. My cock explodes in her mouth, sending a hot load of come deep into the back of her throat. "Swallow it quick, baby girl."

Alyssa gags hard and swallows as much as she can. Then she sucks gently on my cock, cleaning it thoroughly. She moans quietly before circling her tongue around the tip a few times.

My body trembles, and I slightly loosen my grip on her before lifting her off the bed and bringing her face up into a deep, passionate kiss.

Alyssa kisses back, twirling her tongue around mine and whimpering, "Daddy, that was amazing."

She was right; Alyssa got me off better than anyone in my life. I confess, "As long as you can keep a secret, princess, I'll use you every chance I get."

Alyssa looks deep into my eyes. "I won't tell anyone, I promise."

"That's Daddy's good girl." I swipe her hair back away from her face.

Alyssa blushes before softly kissing my cheek, "I'll always be a good girl for you, Daddy."

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