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Daddy’s Candy
Copyright 2011 Alix Storm
ISBN: 978-1-4660-2910-1
Smashwords Edition
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Daddy’s Candy
Alix Storm
Moira Adams stormed into her house, tossing her phone down. Great! No Halloween party, no chance to have a little holiday sugar of her own. Blake, her date, had just called to cancel, giving her some lame excuse about his grandmother being sick, even though she could hear a party going on in the background. It wasn’t as if Blake was a catch, and let’s face it, he probably wasn’t going to get any of her holiday candy tonight—or any other night—but it was the principle of the thing.
Moira looked at her watch, sighing and shaking her head. She and her friends had been planning to go on a cruise down the river, on a boat that was licensed for gambling. They’d been pushing it to make it to the dock before the boat left, given Blake’s penchant for being late. And now there was just no way. By the time Moira got another ride, she’d be at least fifteen minutes too late. With traffic, maybe even more.
She rolled her shoulders, feeling the scarlet wings flexing as her shoulder muscles bunched. Easing her black woolen cloak off, she ran her fingers through her honey-blonde hair. The halo and devil horns headband were a little silly, but she’d keep them on for now. Right at the moment, she’d stay dressed while she examined her options. Maybe she could save this night after all.
“Stupid car,” she muttered, glaring out into the driveway and the empty space where her car usually sat. It had broken down just yesterday and was at the mechanics downtown. They reported back earlier today something about a distributor cap cracking. It was going to be expensive, and she’d have to take on more hours at the clinic where she worked. At least as office manager, she could schedule in some overtime. It wasn’t as if her job was ever truly done.
The doorbell rang and Moira walked to the entryway, her scarlet fuck-me boots tapping on the hardwood floors. She threw open the heavy, wooden door and smiled at the trick or treaters.
“Happy Hallow—“ The leader of the small group, a kid, early teens from what Moira could tell under his zombie makeup, stopped abruptly, his jaw falling open. “Whoa. Looking hot, Mrs. Adams.” It was Ralph from across the street, who, it appeared, had experienced a growth spurt. And probably puberty if the slack-jawed expression on his face was anything to go by.
“Not Mrs.,” she corrected, trying not to roll her eyes. He was a cute enough kid, but a little on the old side for trick or treating. She reached into the bowl, motioning for him to open up his bag and trying to ignore the fact that she was barely dressed. The younger kids—his siblings—crowded around, chattering excitedly. They were probably midway into a sugar high. She didn’t envy their parents when the kids crashed into a sugar coma.
“But the guy—“
“My stepfather, remember? Not my husband.” Though it did give her a tingle to think that people thought she and Daddy were married, even people under five feet tall and barely in high school.
Ralph mumbled something and waved goodbye, and Moira stood for a moment in the doorway, trying to hide her sigh. It didn’t matter how she felt about her stepfather—he was Daddy and that was that. It didn’t matter that he was less than twenty years older than her, with thick chestnut brown hair, deep dark chocolate eyes and a body that just didn’t quit.
It also didn’t matter that he’d been single—and celibate as far as she could tell—since they’d lost her mom five years ago. They’d coexisted just fine under the same roof.
It didn’t matter that every time she thought of him, her panties got wet.
It didn’t!
Moira scrolled through her phone book, making several calls. No luck, everyone was either working and getting extra hours at their jobs, or on the riverboat cruise. She could go to any of the bars in her town, but she didn’t necessarily want to do that alone. In this outfit, she’d be fending off male attention, and while that wasn’t always a bad thing, she knew she’d be more comfortable around her friends.
The doorbell rang several more times and Moira crossed the room to hand out candy to the neighborhood rugrats. Where was Daddy anyway? He should be home now. She glanced at her watch—eight thirty and his shift at the hospital should have ended ninety minutes ago. She knew he’d taken on some extra hours to let doctors who had young children spend the evening taking their rugrats out. Maybe he’d gotten a bite to eat out or something.
She wandered into the kitchen, opening a bottle of wine and pouring some into a glass. After all the tension of the day, between work, her car and this stupid Blake situation, her muscles were knotted, and she needed to relax. She lifted a chocolate brownie to her mouth and took a slow bite, her eyes fluttering closed. Between work and getting ready for the night, she hadn’t eaten dinner, figuring she’d get a bite on the boat. Now her stomach rumbled, letting her know that she needed to be better about feeding herself regularly.
Between healthy sips of wine, she polished off one brownie, and was just reaching for a second one when the back door opened and someone gasped. She turned, the chocolate treat at her lips, and smiled.
~*~
Sam Adams—no relation to the Revolutionary or the beermakers, damn it—walked into his house, exhausted from a twelve-hour shift at the hospital, and skidded to a stop, staring in shock.
He hadn’t expected Moira to be home, and he sure as hell hadn’t expected that outfit. A growl he didn’t even try to restrain escaped and hung in the air between them. She was perfectly still, watching him, her eyes wide, a piece of chocolate pressing against her full lips, a glass of wine in her other hand.
She was dressed for Halloween—or a starring role in a porn flick about fallen angels. Her black and red shirt was form fitting, her breasts spilling out the top, and the skirt—if you could call it that—ended a couple inches below her crotch. A halo with horns sticking out of it was perched on her head and she wore thigh-high red boots. And scarlet wings fanned out behind her.
She looked like sin and he wanted to drown in her.
Sam could feel himself hardening under the scrub pants he wore, the pants that didn’t hide a fucking thing. He tore his gaze away and walked to the fridge, pulling out a beer and popping the top. He’d downed half the thing before he figured he was in enough control to attempt a conversation.
“Thought you were going out.”
“Blake canceled on me,” she replied, a sharpness in her voice. He heard her make a little sound deep in her throat, a purely sexual one that caused his dick to start throbbing painfully, and then he swallowed, finishing the beer in one gulp, and plunking the empty beer bottle on the counter.
Sam turned then, watching as she selected another brownie and brought it to her mouth. Her lips closed around it, her eyes fluttered shut, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Watching her eat the little chocolate square was purely sexual.
God, I want you, he told her silently, his hand dropping to his hard cock. He allowed himself a single squeeze, before the taboo came crashing down on him, and he wrenched his hand away. Wanting his little girl like this wasn’t right. It was damn near incest.
Bullshit! They had no biological ties, and he’d married her mother when she’d been a sophomore in high school. They’d never expected that five years later they’d be saying goodbye to her mother, when an aggressive cancer had taken her only two months after diagnosis.
Since then, Sam and Moira had done just fine on their own. She worked at the clinic attached to the hospital where he worked in the ER. They were close friends, roommates, the only family each other had.
But it wasn’t sexual.
Who the hell was he kidding?
It had been sexually charged since the first time Moira had come home from college, walking out of the bathroom in a thin towel, exposing miles of tanned leg. She’d passed so close to him he swore, even after all these years, that she’d pressed her breasts against him deliberately, her hand ghosting over his abdomen. But while her mother had been alive, it had just been a flirtation, a forbidden line that they had eyed curiously, but never approached, and sure as hell never crossed
And when Jen had died, they’d both been too shattered to go there. Moira had settled back home after college, even though, before her mother had died, she’d been talking about taking a place in the city. They’d crafted routines where their former attraction had never—ever—been discussed or dealt with, though they looked their fill at each other. And Sam heard her crying out late at night, her throaty groans hardening his cock no matter how tired he was. He’d learned to time his ejaculation with her cries as they rose and began to stutter. And in the dark of the night, he imagined he was pouring his cum down her throat or deep in her wet pussy.
Now, with her in that outfit, all bets were off. Blake was an idiot to ignore this. He was no doubt chasing some other skirt. Stupid kid was always sabotaging himself.
Sam’s eyes were drawn to Moira’s throat, the way she swallowed the chocolate, the little smile touching her lips, a little crumb of chocolate clinging to the most plump part of the lower one. The chocolate against her scarlet lipstick was driving him crazy, and he stepped fully into her personal space, swiping his hand over her mouth and tracing her lips.
Her tongue darted out, the tip brushing over the side of his index finger, and he groaned. All pretense was gone—she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. And he was going to take what he wanted.
He looked her up and down, running a hand nervously through his hair. “You look incredible,” he told Moira, his voice rough and husky. “Should dress like that more often. Drive a man crazy.”
“It’s just a costume, Daddy,” she whispered, her eyes big and luminous, the tang of her pussy driving him insane.
“You like Halloween, do you?” he asked, taking a step back and putting a little distance between them. He needed to get out of her personal space; he couldn’t think with the scent of her cunt wafting up between them and grabbing him by the balls.
“Who doesn’t. Costumes and candy,” she replied, a little knowing smirk on her face.
“You like candy, don’t you? Got a wicked sweet tooth little girl.”
She moved in, and he realized she’d put down her glass of wine. Her red-painted nails rested on the light blue of his scrub top, digging in slightly so that she scratched over his nipples. His hips punched forward in response, even though he’d tried to hold back. “I want candy,” she whispered as she swayed inward, lips almost brushing over his before she turned away, that damn skirt hiked indecently high, flashing the virginal white of her panties.
He clenched his fists as she leaned forward at an angle, reaching into a bowl that contained some candy corn and a few peanut butter cups. When she turned her head back toward him, one of the pieces of candy corn was pressed against her lips and her tongue was flicking the tip.
His cock jerked again in his pants.
“No more fucking around, Moira,” he growled, moving forward and pressing her between him and the counter. She was bent over, her pelvis snug against the counter, ass presented to him like some sensual buffet. And he was a starving man. “I should take you right here.”
“What are you waiting for?” she challenged.
That attitude was pissing him off. She forgot that he was the owner of this house; he made the rules. She had a lot to learn, starting now.
~*~
The feeling of Sam behind her, his cock pressing against the lush curve of her ass, her pubis rubbing on the counter, excited Moira beyond reason. She’d wanted Sam for a long time; in fact, she couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t fantasize about him on some level. It had been her secret throughout her high school years.
Just before she’d gone away to college, they’d almost crossed a line, and everything from then had been different. Not outwardly sexual, but they’d always known something was simmering below the surface and had recognized each other was a sexual creature. There had been a few times where they had played with their sexual arousal. Sam had taken his share of looks as she’d come out of the shower and she’d “accidentally” walked in on him just post shower a few times.
That had all ended when Mom had died, but Moira knew that Sam still had needs, even if he didn’t dare to acknowledge them outwardly. To her, anyway. She supposed he dated, though nobody ever mentioned it. And she’d wash his sheets, which were sometimes streaked with cum, even though he tried to hide it by putting them in the washer himself.
He wasn’t that old, less than twenty years older than her, and only in his mid-forties, though he looked at least ten years younger. And he had to have a healthy sex drive if that hard cock pressing against her ass was any indication.
She tossed a look over her shoulder, tonguing another piece of candy corn. Sam’s eyes were riveted on her mouth, and she groaned around the tip of the treat, sucking it in and swirling her finger in her mouth as well.
She pulled it out with a pop, aware that he was pressing even harder against her. She arched up, rubbing her pelvis against the granite edge of the counter. “So long, Daddy,” she panted out, dropping the rest of the candy and hanging on to the counter with both hands, shoving her ass in his direction.
“Please…”
“Please what?” he asked, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear. “Please what, little girl?”
She moaned, the words going right to her crotch. She knew he loved the game they were playing, the Daddy and daughter thing, but she didn’t expect her pussy to gush sticky juices at the thought of this man—Daddy—fucking her. She must have been in denial, because this was sure as hell her kink, too!
“Please me,” she finished, unable to articulate anything more than that. She didn’t care what he did and how he did it, just that she got off, and got off hard.
“Just hang on,” he whispered, his mouth leaving her ear, trailing a long line down her neck. She moaned when his weight lifted off her, then gasped as he reached under her skirt and yanked her panties down, baring her wet cunt to the cool October air.
“Daddy!”
“Shh, sweetheart, Daddy’s right here.” He dropped to his knees, kicking her legs out on his way to the ground. Just as she tried to center herself better on her heels, she felt his breath moving over her hole and then her cunt. He blew a stream of air over her pussy, then his lips settled right on her juicy clit.
“Daddy!” she cried out and he groaned into her cunt, his vibrations tearing through her. He began to lick and suck her cunt, one finger probing inside her. He found her G-spot with clinical precision and began to draw circles on it.
“Oh god!” Moira was ready to jump out of her skin as the sensations built quickly, the need to go to the bathroom flaring out into hot waves of desire, burning her pussy from the inside and driving outward. She yanked one breast out of her top, pinching and pulling the nipple as her hips rocked on his face.
“Daddy! Daddy!”
He spread her even wider, his tongue spearing into her, and Moira reached down, clenching his hair as she rocked onto him, rubbing her cunt juices all over him. It was incredibly depraved and turned her on so much. Then his finger reentered her and he did something with his tongue and finger at the same time and she screamed, unable to pull enough breath in, unable to think. She was cumming in waves, her body clenching and releasing, even though the invaders were too small to satisfy.
God, she needed to be filled! She needed his cock.
Moira closed her eyes as the sensations began to slow, dropping her head on the cool granite countertop. Her pussy was sodden, drenched with her need, and so swollen she was sure she wouldn’t be able to get her legs closed.
Daddy stood, watching her, his eyes hooded with lust. His cock pressed firmly against his scrubs, his boxer briefs unable to hide how hard he was. The musky, tangy scent of him rose, and she started to drop to his knees to return the favor, when he shook his head.
He reached around her and into the candy bowl, popping a mini peanut butter cup into his mouth, then closed the rest of the distance between them, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss that tasted of him, her and the chocolate.
As the flavor burst over Moira’s tongue, she began to fumble with the drawstring on his scrubs, shaking hands unable to manage the dexterity she needed to undo the knot. She muttered, rooting around for a knife, but Daddy anticipated what she was going to do and stepped back with a laugh, untying the pants and letting them fall to the floor. He skinned his boxers off in one move as well.
“Bend over the counter, little girl. Daddy’s taking his own Halloween treat.”
It should have sounded silly, but the need in his voice made everything else fade. If he wanted to take her from behind for the first time, what did she care? Just as long as that monster dick was buried deep inside, that was all that counted. It was what she needed.
Though her mouth watered for him.
“I want to suck you.”
“Later. I’m coming the first time inside your cunt,” he replied, hand coming down on her back—hard. He pushed more than urged her down, and she realized his show of dominance was adding another layer to her arousal. She bent, her one naked breast rubbing over the countertop. The cool darts of sensation from the counter made her moan and open her legs a little more, planting her boots firmly on the hardwood floor.
Daddy came up behind her, guiding his cock over her cunt lips and teasing her clit, his breaths panting in her ear. Moira pressed back, urging him in, her body aching to be filled.
“Please, Daddy…”
“Patience,” he whispered, finishing with a little growl. “You’ve been teasing me for years and now Daddy gets some candy. I’m going to savor it. Now hang on, little girl.”
There was nothing except the edge of the counter for Moira to hang on to, and it was clear that wasn’t good enough for Daddy. He pulled her into the living room and bent her over the overstuffed arm of the couch.
“Grab the cushions,” he told her, pressing her pelvis firmly against the arm of the couch. “If you’re good, sometime we’ll do this with someone on the couch under you. Maybe one of my friends…or one of yours.”
She groaned, the thought of sharing her daddy with one of her friends—or his—a complete turn on. He brushed the flared head of his dick over her clit a few times, rubbing the rim over her for extra stimulation.
God, he was so good.
“Or maybe I’ll tie you up, spread eagled in my bed and let someone watch me take you. I bet you’d look beautiful with clips on your nipples and clit.” His fingers left his cock and tightened on her clit, the dart of pain making her moan and whimper. She pressed her pelvis against the couch, wanting more stimulation. But unlike the counter, the stuffing of the couch just gave, leaving wanting more.
“Daddy, please. I can’t…”
“You waited long enough,” he replied as her voice trailed off. “Get used to this, Moira. Daddy isn’t letting you go now that he has you.” He pinched her clit—hard—and when she cried out from the pleasure/pain, he plunged inside her soaked channel, filling her to bursting and sliding home as if he was meant to be there. He let out a hoarse shout of triumph that was nearly drowned out by her deep, satisfied moan.
Daddy began moving in short, stabby strokes, one hand working her clit and the other holding her hips. Moira dug in to the couch cushion and held on, her mind going blank, her entire being centered on the waves of pleasure rocketing through her.
Daddy’s cock filled her perfectly, his heavy balls slapping over her clit on every thrust. As he got more serious about fucking her, both hands dug into her hips and he lengthened his strokes, going impossibly deep, her arousal easing the way.
Moira clenched around him and his thrusts stuttered, his head dropping to her back, damp hair brushing sensuously over the tender skin of her shoulders and teasing the nape of her neck. Emboldened by his reaction, she began a quick, pulsing clench-and-release action that tore a low groan from him.
“Little…girl…” he panted, his voice quavering.
“Please, Daddy!” she begged, rippling around him, one hand releasing the couch cushion to dig into his thigh, her nails biting into the lightly furred skin there. She canted her hips outward even further, secure in the fact that Daddy was holding her steady, and bore down so that he could really pound into her.
He didn’t need an engraved invitation. His body curved around hers and he drove harder and faster inside her, his strokes punishing, almost to the point of pain. But not quite. It was just enough stimulation to drive her need higher and higher, the slight percussion of his balls over her clit finally shattering her around him.
She closed her eyes, drawing in a huge breath, and hung suspended for one endless moment. Then she was screaming, crying out, clawing the cushion and his leg as her pussy fluttered and clenched around him, ropes of his cum painting her hungry pussy.
Moira vaguely heard someone crying out, long, endless breaths until that person ran out of oxygen, and she realized that someone was her. She gasped, gulping in huge breaths of air, her pussy quaking with aftershocks around Daddy’s still-hard dick.
He groaned against her back, depositing a gentle kiss against her spine, and withdrew from her slowly. Moira groaned at the loss of him, turning to eye him. Daddy’s big dick was so dark red it was almost purple, and was streaked with their cum.
She dropped to her knees, her shaking legs threatening to collapse anyway, and cleaned him slowly with her tongue, washing their juices away and letting them settle deep into her mouth—her soul. After a few seconds, he shook his head, shivering, and pulled her to her feet.
“Too sensitive,” he muttered, gathering her in his arms. After a moment, he bent, slipping an arm under her legs, and lifting her into his arms as if she weighed nothing. He carried her upstairs and into the master bedroom, depositing her on the bed. His hands moved toward her boots and Moira extended her legs as he removed them, his hands gentle and patient. When she was barefoot, she stood, taking off the rest of her costume—even the halo/devil horns headband, and tossing it all in the corner.
As Daddy skimmed off his scrub top and undershirt, she moved in, placing gentle kisses over his chest, the tip of her tongue circling a nipple. He laughed, a hand in her hair lightly restraining and tugging her back.
“Later, Moira. We have time for all that later. A lifetime,” he added after a moment, shyly meeting her eyes. “Come to bed now. We’ll have another round of tricks and treats later. Happy Halloween.”
“Happy Halloween, Daddy. I hope you liked your candy.”
“I did.”
The end
About the author
Alix Storm. Fire and ice, the heat and cold, cold burn of passion.
Alix is drawn to passion and overwhelming need. She’s a lover of lust and desire and greets every day with a saucy wink and swing of her hips. And if you’re lucky you may get the curve of a breast, too.
Alix is both a voracious reader and writer who is drawn to sexy men of all ages. Her stories ignore most conventional taboos, so be warned, or titillated.
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