I felt his cock pulse once, and a heavy burst of his juices filled my hungry slit as he slowly slumped down and onto the bed next to me, his cock randomly pulsing as he recovered.
“That was amazing,” Christian said softly, his fingertips gliding over my glistening skin.
“I would have to agree, sir.”
“I bet if you were to do that for your step dad you’d never have to worry about money again,” Christian laughed, satisfied with my performance.
A week later spring break had arrived. Chastity went with her “new boyfriend” on a "top secret" vacation. She had been so secretive and dramatic ever since our pledge to Omega Phi that I was honestly looking forward to a break from her antics. I, on the other hand, was headed home to spend the weekend lounging by the pool.
Bryce was happy to see me. He had expected Chastity and Avery to come home as well, but apparently they both came up with plans "at the last minute." Bryce worked a lot, so it looked like I was in for a very slow week. I was hoping that maybe one of my old high school friends would be home for the week as well, but as of yet, I hadn’t heard anything.
I walked into the kitchen one morning, pulling my robe over my bathing suit. If I was going to be home alone, the least I could do was enjoy the pool. Bryce had his back to me and was pouring himself a bourbon; my cheerful greeting seemed to startle him. Recovering his composure he turned around on his stool to face me.
“It really is good to see you, Venice. I could really use the company this week.”
“What’s wrong, daddy?” I asked, genuinely concerned about his unusual demeanor.
“It’s nothing really. Just having a bad week. You probably wouldn’t understand even if I tried to explain,” he laughed dryly without his usual spirit.
“Try me,” I replied with interest.
He let out a heavy sigh. “Well Venice, you probably won’t be able to relate. Hell, you’re in the prime of your life right now and have every reason to believe that life will only get more exciting. I, on the other hand, am getting older.”
“You’re not old!” I cut in. He really wasn’t old; mom had married him five years her junior, which made him only forty-two.
“Trust me, when you get to be about thirty, you’ll know what I’m talking about. Anyway, it’s just different, and it is hard to accept. We just keep getting older, and even with all the money in the world I’m not any happier than I was when I was broke. Hell, I might have been happier then, because even though I was struggling I had everything to look forward to and a woman by my side.”
“Oh daddy!” I wrapped my arms around his waist and gave him a tight hug, wishing I could say something that would make him feel better. “If life isn’t what you want, then go out and do what makes you happy.” It was corny, but it was true--why would anyone want to spend their lives doing something that made them unhappy?
Bryce shifted uncomfortably, and as he moved away from me I could see why, even though he tried to hide it. I instantly felt self-conscious. I hadn’t ever seen him get a hard on, and geez, he’d gotten it after merely hugging me. Sure, he wasn’t my real dad, so it wasn’t really that strange or anything. But he had never responded that way to a hug before.
Christian’s nearly-forgotten words played through my head: “I bet if you were to do that for your step dad, you’d never have to worry about money again.”
It was really naughty of me to even consider it, but honestly, I was surprised that it hadn’t crossed my mind sooner. Daddy was handsome, rich, and I knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t just some asshole that wanted nothing but a good lay. He actually cared about me, and Chastity for that matter. Would it really be so wrong if I were to put the past in the past and just think of him as a man?
He moved to the other side of the counter and was looking through a stack of envelopes, clearly hoping I hadn’t noticed anything. His eyes were a light green, and he had just a touch of grey beside his temples. It wasn’t so much that he looked like an old man; it was just enough to make one think that he could teach you a thing or two.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t ever seen his body, but for the first time in my life, I really looked at him. His chest was muscular, and even through the cotton of his shirt I could see the hard lines that showed the definition in his frame. His arms bulged and it wasn’t hard to imagine the power they held. I knew it was wrong on some level, but daddy deserved a good woman, and I deserved a good man. I was going to make him take me, even if it took the whole week!
“Well, I’m going to go lay out by the pool. Feel free to come join me, Bryce.” It felt weird to call him by name--I had always called him 'daddy.' Somehow the air between us felt instantly different. I had suddenly went from the little girl he helped raise to a grown woman. His equal in every way.
He raised a curious eyebrow in my direction before going back to his envelopes. “Getting too old for terms of endearment?” he chuckled
I turned, opening the fridge and bending down to the very bottom drawer. It was a naughty thing to tease him this way, but I could feel the place between my thighs tighten just a little. I grabbed a banana from the bottom drawer and peeled it right there. Taking a big bite, I smiled at him before walking out the French doors that led outside.
Once I got it in to my head to make Bryce take notice, it really wasn’t hard to do at all. I wore just the right clothes, the kind that was guaranteed to make a guy stop and take notice. A white T-shirt with no bra, just thin enough that in the right light one might be able to make out my pert, pink nipples. And a skirt just short enough that when I sat in the right position someone might accidentally catch a glimpse of my silky red panties.
I thought teasing him this way would only serve to excite his needs, but in the process I found that it actually turned me on! I would get wet just imagining him catching a glimpse, or thinking of the day when he would finally take me. Would it be today, after I made him rub lotion on my back? Or would it be on the counter after I accidentally gave him a glimpse of my pussy as I shifted my legs in just the right way? I was constantly fantasizing, and by the time Wednesday came around I could hardly stop thinking about him.
That afternoon, after we returned home from a run in the park, Bryce excused himself and said he was off to take a shower. Not long after he started the shower I heard an unusual noise coming from his bathroom. My ears perked up, and my belly tightened into a knot as I tip-toed down the hall and through Bryce’s bedroom to investigate.
The bathroom door was cracked just a sliver, but the sound was now unmistakable: Bryce was jerking off. I pressed my eye up to the crack and opened the door just a little more. He had one arm propping him up against the wall while the other was tugging hard and fast at his cock. Even through the steam that had condensed on the glass shower door, I could make out the shape of his cock. I stared at it with wide-eyed wonder--I had no idea Bryce was so big!
His voice came in a deep rumble and startled me. “You want me to put this dick into your tight little pussy, Venice?” He stroked his cock three times, hard and paused.
‘Oh god, this is it, he’s caught me looking and this is how it’s going to happen!’ I thought, too embarrassed and shocked to even speak.
“Your perky little tits and that tight ass, running around here like some sort of succubus. Mm-hmm. If only you knew how badly I wanted to bend you over and fuck your naughty little cunt!”
I felt my heartbeat slow just a little as I realized that I hadn’t been caught--no I had caught him! He was playing out a naughty little fantasy of his own, and I was the star! I slid my fingers down the front of my panties as I watched him stroke himself. Every tug and every thrust I matched with my own tiny fingers. I wanted his cock as just as badly as he wanted to give it to me.