Dating : Claimed by the man of the house

My best friend Charlene and I are standing in a bar, though we’re not technically 21. In our defense, Charlene is going to turn 21 in 2 weeks and I’m going to turn 21 in 8 days. So we’re basically 21. Though if we get caught by the cops, I doubt that they would agree with my reasoning.

“I can’t believe our fake IDs worked,” Charlene says.

“Me neither,” I say. We got our fake IDs from a stoner kid at our community college for 20 bucks, so they’re kind of janky. Massachusetts is spelled with 2 u’s, and the photos are a little blurry. Luckily, the bouncer did not know how to spell Massachusetts or didn’t care, and he let us into the bar without comment.

“Let’s get some drinks!” Charlene says. She grins when she sees a group of guys in designer suits across the room. “Or should we get those guys to buy us drinks?”

I wrinkle my nose. “Those guys have to be twice our age.” At least. Two of them have gray hair.

“Age is nothing but a number.”

My eyes widen. “Wait, is that…?” Oh shit. I recognize one of the men. My stomach flips when I look at Clift Mercer. One of the town’s most successful lawyers. A handsome bachelor who soccer moms drool over. The man who I have a serious crush on.

And my stepdad.

Charlene’s jaw drops. “Holy crap, is that your stepdad?”

“Yes. He’s going to kill me.” Unlike my mom, who is a borderline alcoholic who has tried to hook up with more than one of my exes (yeah, I know, ew), Clift is strict as hell. My curfew is at 10 PM (a curfew that I’m breaking right now), and he doesn’t let me leave the house unless I’m dressed like a non-sexy Catholic schoolgirl. The little black dress that I’m wearing barely covers my ass and shows off a lot of cleavage. Definitely not a Daddy-approved outfit. I hiss, “We need to get the hell out of here.”

But of course, before I can take a step, Clift spots me and his blue eyes contain a whole lot of rage. Shit, shit, shit.

“You should run, Charlene,” I say. It’s too late for me. My fate has been sealed.

I don’t have to tell Charlene twice; she gets the hell out of here. Clift is the type of guy who certainly would call her guardian to inform him that her underage ass snuck into a bar. And her guardian is as strict as mine.

Clift seizes my wrist and glares down at me. I shiver, a little turned on despite myself. His expensive cologne surrounds me, and I want so badly to press my body up against his and to fully take in his delicious scent. Fucking Christ, I should not be having such feelings for my stepdad. We’re not blood-related, but he’s the only daddy I’ve ever known. My biological dad ditched my mom when she got pregnant, and I’ve never met him. Although Clift is ridiculously strict, he’s the only parent who’s ever given a shit about me. Mom has always been too busy mixing vodka and pills to look after my wellbeing. After Clift divorced Mom, she was all too happy to give him full custody of me in exchange for his generous alimony payments (which are way too generous in my opinion).

“Your ass should be at home, not in a goddamn bar,” Clift hisses. “And what the hell are you wearing?”

“What? You don’t like it, Daddy?” I challenge.

His blue eyes flash with anger. But also with something else — something that looks a lot like lust. I want to gasp. Does Clift feel inappropriate things for me too? I glance at his pants, which contain a big bulge. Oh yes, he totally feels inappropriate things for me, things that no daddy should feel for his daughter.

“I should punish you,” he growls.

“What? Are you going to spank me, Daddy?” My pussy gets wet at the thought.

Saying nothing, he continues to glare at me, then drags me out of the bar. Goosebumps travel up and down my arms as the chilly October air hits my skin. When my teeth begin chattering, my stepdad remarks, “I bet you regret wearing that little dress now.”

Jerk.

He practically shoves me into his car, a sleek silver Mercedes (Daddy’s law firm does really well). I gasp when he puts me on his lap and I feel his hard cock between my thighs. This is most certainly not appropriate.

But I very much enjoy it, as evidenced by the dampness in my panties.

He lifts my dress, exposing said panties. I blush as he sees the obvious wet spot in the white lace. “Lucy, are you getting wet for your daddy?” he asks, his voice low and deep.

“Clift, are you hard for your daughter?” I retort.

“Yes,” he growls, rubbing his bulge against my sex. I moan, my white lace underwear getting even more damp.

“Oh, Daddy,” I groan, starting to ride the hardness in his pants, now very, very desperate to come.

He grips my hips, forcing me to go still and eliciting a shameful whimper from me. “You’ve been a naughty girl, Lucy,” he says. “I need to punish you before you can come.”

“Oh, come on!” I whine. I cup his cock, causing him to hiss. “Don’t you want to come too, Daddy?”

He drags my hand away from his erection. “You little brat. Keep doing that, and I might not let you come for the whole night.”

What a dick. “How are you going to punish me?” I ask.

“Well, you gave me an excellent suggestion earlier…”

My body hums with excitement. Is he going to spank me? I squeal when he pushes my belly onto his lap. I squirm, feeling his aroused manhood against me. As I imagine taking that cock into my mouth, I lick my lips.

He caresses my ass. “I’m the only man who gets to see this,” he says. “Understand?”

“Are you forbidding me from seeing other men, Daddy?” I ask, faking outrage. No other man has truly sparked my interest. No other man has made my cunt wet with filthy fantasies.

“Yes,” he hisses. “Because you’re mine.”

His possessiveness thrills me. “Fine, Daddy, but I don’t want you seeing anyone else either.” I roll my eyes at girls who get into catfights over boys, but I would want to claw the eyes out of any woman who would try to get with Clift. With some embarrassment, I realize I would not be above pulling the hair of a rival and telling her, “Back off, he’s mine, bitch.”

“I have no interest in anyone else,” he says sincerely. “Why do you think I haven’t been with another woman since your mother?”

My eyes get big. Now that I think about it, he hasn’t dated at all since the divorce. I guess I assumed it was because he was busy with the law firm and with raising me. Knowing that I’m the only woman who has been taking up his thoughts fills me with joy. For a while, my daddy has wanted me like I’ve wanted him; the knowledge is fucking delicious.

Clift lowers his head. “Time to start punishing you, bad girl.”

A yelp escapes my lips when he smacks my ass. Ouch. Then he rips my panties off, baring my cunt. A loud groan climbs out of my throat when his finger finds my forbidden ring. Oh dear God. So wrong, so filthy, but my pussy loves it.

“You like it when your daddy touches your asshole, you dirty girl?” he growls.

I nod. Oh fuck yes. Cries of pleasure come out of my mouth when he starts fucking my asshole relentlessly with his finger. “Oh, Daddy!” I scream. Just before I can reach an orgasm, he takes his finger out, leaving me unsatisfied. “What the fuck?” I blurt, my pussy wanting — no, needing — more.

“I haven’t punished you enough, Lucy.” He swats my exposed ass, making the flesh sting.

“Please, Daddy,” I whine before yelping again when he spanks me a third time.

“Suck my cock like a good girl and maybe I’ll let you come.”

I lick my lips. Even if I wasn’t wholly desperate for an orgasm, I would be more than willing to give my stepdad a blow job. I get on my knees, thankful that the back of the Mercedes is spacious. A wicked grin appears on his face when I unzip his pants and pull them down. My mouth falls open. Oh wow, Daddy’s cock is huge. His dick has to at least be 12 inches, a length that I thought only existed in porn. He makes my exes’ cocks look downright pathetic in comparison.

“Impressed?” he asks smugly.

“I’ve seen better,” I say.

He sees through my bullshit. “Liar. Now suck Daddy’s cock if you want to come.”

I hold his dick. Jesus, my small hand can’t even fully go around his manhood. I squeeze the hard flesh, making him growl in arousal. Then I lower my head and lick the tip. Grunting, he closes his eyes. With a smile, I put my mouth around his cock. “Oh, Lucy,” he breathes as I suck on his dick. “Yes, just like that.”

Shocking myself, I manage to put his entire dick in my mouth, nearly gagging. The groans that leave Clift’s lips fill me with immense pleasure, and my pussy drips with my juices. When I gave my exes blow jobs, it was a chore. But I relish going down on my daddy.

“Christ, I’m close to coming,” he says. “Take my cock out of your mouth. I want to see my cum all over your pretty little face.”

Like a very good girl, I obey. I close my eyes as he moans and ropes of his cum spill onto my cheeks and mouth. I lick my lips. Daddy’s cum is yummy.

The corners of his mouth curve up. “Well, I think you’ve earned yourself an orgasm.” He picks me up and drops me on his lap. Kissing my cum-covered lips, he slides a finger into my pussy. I moan into his mouth as he goes deep into my cunt.

“How do you like Daddy fingering you, baby?” he asks, fucking me good and hard.

“I love it,” I whisper, my juices falling onto his hand.

My screams fill the car when I come and squirt all over his expensive suit.

“I should spank you for ruining my suit,” he teases, kissing my neck.

“You ruined my dress,” I retort. Some of his cum landed on my little black dress.

“Didn’t my money pay for your dress though?”

I flush. I did use my allowance — which of course is provided by Daddy — on the outfit.

He says, “Well, since your dress is already ruined…” He easily rips the thin black fabric apart. Seeing my bare breasts, he clicks his tongue. “You didn’t wear a bra? Were you planning to hook up with some college boy tonight?”

“Maybe,” I tease. “Instead, I hooked up with some old pervert.”

He shoots daggers at me. “No more wearing short dresses and going without a bra in public. I’m the only guy who can see your ass and tits, got it?”

I roll my eyes. “Okay, Daddy.”

“Now let’s go home.”

***

The second we return home to our mansion, Clift tears the remnants of my dress off my body.

“You fucking caveman,” I mutter, crossing my arms over my naked tits.

He wraps his arms around me, putting his lips on my cheek. “I’ll take you shopping tomorrow. We’ll get some appropriate dresses.” Then he adds with a smile, “And some dresses meant for my eyes only.”

I lift my eyebrows when he takes a bottle of champagne out of the fridge. “What’s the special occasion?”

“The next time you want to drink,” he says, opening the bottle, “don’t go to a bar in a dress that shows off what’s mine. Instead, come to me and we’ll have a nice drink at home.”

In my most bratty voice, I ask, “But Daddy, what if I want to go to a bar after I turn 21?”

Whispering into my ear, he says, “Then you go to a bar with me and you wear an appropriate outfit and I keep you on a tight leash.”

“You’re so bossy and controlling,” I say, trying to sound irritated, though my cunt is throbbing with desire.

“You like it,” he says, squeezing my wet pussy.

After he pours us glasses of champagne, I take a sip of the bubbly liquid. It’s sweet like juice. I end up drinking it too fast, and some champagne spills down my chest. “Oh shit,” I say.

“Well, we can’t let the expensive champagne go to waste,” he says. A groan escapes my throat when he licks the champagne off my breast. “Mmm, it tastes even better on your skin.” My nails dig into his shoulder when he puts my hard nipple in his mouth. I feel his gentle bite and scream of ecstasy. Then his lips travel down to my stomach. I have to catch my breath when his tongue drinks the drops of champagne out of my belly button. Now on his knees, he strokes the back of my thighs, staring at the feminine flesh between my legs. “Do you think some champagne got into your sweet little cunt?”

I nod eagerly. “Yes, Daddy.”

My screams fill the mansion as his tongue enters my pussy. I clutch his hair while his tongue slowly, deliciously explores my womanly flesh. When his tongue comes into contact with my clit, I whisper, “Oh, Clift,” as my juices flood his mouth. Christ, I fucking love this.

“Lucy,” he breathes, “are you ready for Daddy’s cock inside your cunt?”

“Oh hell yes.”

He lays me down on the floor, holding my hips. “I love you, Lucy.”

A smile forms on my face. “I love you too, Daddy.”

I see stars when he plants his dick inside my sex. I feel so wonderfully full. Full with his love and full with his cock. He thrusts, and his name leaves my lips in a cry. My cunt tightens around his cock, and he hisses in satisfaction.

“I’m going to come, baby,” he breathes. “Are you ready?”

“Oh yes!”

In exquisite unison, we come. He fills me up with his hot white seed, and my orgasm leaves me utterly breathless. Holy shit, that was amazing.

He pulls me into his embrace. “I’m never going to let you go,” he says roughly.

“And I’ll never want you to.”

Want another naughty story? Then check out Caught by the men of the house, also available on Medium.

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