Daddy's Sex Kitten: The Collection

by Belle Hart

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Table
of Contents

Consoling Daddy

Cheating with Daddy

Sexcapades with Daddy

Other stories by Belle Hart

Consoling Daddy
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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.