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The Next Chapter Ch. 01

By: JLCC



"Your uncle and I have talked about this and we agree. You should come live with us," Aunt Sarah said. "I know you're an adult, but maybe you should stay with family until you get yourself settled in life."

It was a little over a year since Maddie's mother passed away, leaving her with her step-dad Steve. As far as Maddie was concerned, she wanted to stay in her home. She'd been there all her life. And, there was Steve. That wasn't something she was prepared to argue.

"I understand what you're saying auntie, I really do. But that house is my home. I have all my life memories there: mom, dad, school, Christmases. Steve has already said that he hopes I'll stay as long as I can," said Maddie. "Plus, he's been as much of a father as I could ask for."

"I agree that he has been very good to you. But still, a young lady like yourself? Don't you think that people will look funny at that? He didn't even adopt you," Aunt Sarah responded, pretty much indicating that she was already looking funny at it.

"Little do you know, auntie," Maddie thought.

"Auntie, I still haven't made up my mind what I want to do for school. Steve gives me all the freedom I need. Also, you know that he has formalized an agreement that mom's share of the house now belongs to me, right? It isn't just that I live there. It's MY house, at least part of it."

"Yes dear, I understand. That won't change when you come to stay with us," Auntie Sarah persisted.

"Auntie, you are saying this like it's a done deal. You brought it up when mom died and I've had a long time to think about it. I want to stay in MY house."

"I love you dear and only want the best for you. I am sure Uncle Jason will have more to say. Just keep thinking about it, okay?" 

"Thank you, auntie. Do you have some more coffee?" Maddie responded, grateful for the opportunity to get off the topic.

The small talk about future plans, the coming holidays, and Maddie's mom was a relief. It was near three o'clock and Maddie decided she had to leave. Steve would be home from work at 5:30 and she still had dinner to get ready, plus some other preparations.

"Do you have to go so soon?" pleaded Sarah.

"I am making dinner for Steve and he'll be home soon," Maddie replied.

"Ooooh, he's a grown man. He can take care of himself," countered Sarah. "Plus, it's Friday. Aren't you going to go out and do something fun?"

"Take care of himself. Just like you make Uncle Jason do," Maddie remarked only to herself. 

She sidestepped that thought and answered, "It's just dinner and the least I can do. And don't worry; I make a lot of time for my friends."

"I have to go. I love you Aunt Sarah," Maddie declared with a kiss to Sarah's cheek.

"I love you too, Maddie. See you soon."

Maddie smirked at the manifestation of her own conflict. Nothing short of an accident would keep her from the self-assigned responsibility of tending to her loving step-father. Even Steve had gently rebuffed the role she assumed in their house, but she persisted, well aware of her own developing strength.

It had been a long road to where she was at now. She wouldn't trade it for anything.

Steve and Maddie had grown remarkably close since her mom's death. She hadn't been pining away or anything like that. They both grieved, to be sure, and took comfort with each other. Despite the lack of legal and biological connection, there was no question in Steve's mind whether they would continue under the same roof. No one questioned it, at least apart from Maddie's Aunt Sarah. They continued as before, no change in the outward relationship. They shopped together sometimes, he helped her get ready for graduation, took a vacation after school finished.

Steve had always treated her mom and her like they were his life. He earned a good living and had unselfishly shared it with them. He was a well-respected engineer but not a workaholic. He always had time for them - life events, vacations, he took care of stuff around the house, went to concerts and games. She especially appreciated how he focused on the things she respected in a man. Or maybe, she had come to that respect because of the man who was doing them. Tasks like car care, fixing things in the house, and how he tinkered on some of his projects had fascinated Maddie. He was so much like how she remembered her real father. He had died of injuries from a car crash when she was only five, but she had very clear memories of security and happiness with him.

Arriving home from her aunt's at 3:30, Maddie opened the door with a delighted apprehension. She looked forward to her time with Steve. Friday nights had become their default family time: sometimes shopping, maybe a movie, very often a home-cooked meal.

They often shared kitchen duty, but there was a clear and amusing understanding; Maddie didn't touch the barbecue grill. She always chuckled to herself when she thought about it and the spontaneous Tim Taylor grunt that came to mind. 

"Oh well, he's only a minion in MY kitchen," she gloated to herself.

Tonight, it was roast beef. It took her about a half hour to season the roast and get it in the oven, start some potatoes boiling and prep some vegetables and salad. The last thing she did was decant some red wine, a robust Okanagan vintage they got on their last trip to British Columbia.

"That leaves me plenty of time," she thought, quelling the growing tension in her body. It had gotten so she couldn't even bear the thought of these Fridays without some personal attention beforehand.

She hadn't worked that day and showered before she went to see Aunt Sarah. She was fresh, with a light vanilla fragrance still lingering from her body wash and shampoo. In her bedroom, she stripped down to her bra and panties. As much as she liked her clothes, something about this not-quite-undressed state lightened her step and mood. Plus, she loved her new underwear. She caught a quick peak in the full length mirror on the door, did a quick turn on the balls of her feet, watching herself the whole time before she sashayed to her dresser. 

As much as she loved the bra and panties, she felt an absolute need to heat things up, if only for herself. The same day she found the bra and panties, La Vie en Rose had some clearance items and she found a white stretch teddy with long garters extending from the hips. She had to have it even if she didn't know when she'd wear it. After a bit of a hunt, she also found some sheer nude stockings that would go perfectly but not be obvious: just a nice complement to her outfit.

After fitting the teddy to her breasts and down her torso, she carefully unrolled the stockings up her legs. Attaching garters sometimes was terribly frustrating but she liked the end result. The whole process of the dressing was as important to her as the end result. She lingered over the little things, like the adjustment of bra and teddy cups, how she pulled on her pantyhose or stockings, observing herself in the mirror during the dressing event. Certainly, she wanted to take care while she did it, but a part of her was giving into a deeper yearning that overcame her body and soul. It had been only been recently that she began to understand the attraction of such things, and she was especially grateful that the crotch was fastened with little snaps making the access she was about to require that much easier.

Bringing her laptop up onto the bed with her, she opened a browser and called up a bookmark for videos of The Slut. That was how Maddie referred to a particular adult entertainer with a lot of videos. It wasn't that Maddie thought of girls sexually, but this woman's portrayed sexuality was so unashamedly over the top, it was hard for Maddie to not get drawn into her dark, sexy world.

Even before the video started, Maddie was lost in her arousal. Starting with the anticipation of the evening, then surveying herself in the mirror, and finally basking in the sensual pleasures of her body adorned in nylon and lace, the lingering vanilla scent was overcome by something more aggressively feminine. She was going to be in the teddy for some time to come, so she unsnapped the crotch right away.

She chose a solo performance video. The Slut was dressed outrageously as usual. She wore four-inch heels, giving way to seamed RHT stockings attached by garters to a merry widow with breast cutouts, and obscured by a sheer wrap. Her makeup almost seemed almost vulgar, but it was appropriate to the theme - garish but theatrical and dramatic.

Maddie looked at her clock radio and determined she had plenty of time. She gave into her carnal cravings, hopping off the bed and going to her closet. She pulled out the shoes she was going to wear that night, a pair of three-inch heeled black slingbacks. Fitting them on, she went back to the bed and positioned the laptop so she could see it while standing and re-started the video.

There was a sultry song playing to which The Slut "danced"; truthfully, it was more like fucking herself standing up. Maddie swayed and followed along as best as she could, more concerned about the fluidity and grace of her movements than copying everything. She had taken special note about positioning of her body for maximum allure. She bent at the waist, reaching her hands down as far as possible, drawing her palms up the length of her nylon covered legs. As she neared the top of her thighs, she slid the fingers of her right hand inside the stocking band, stretching the material over her finger tips. Standing with slightly bent knees, she pushed her bum out in one direction and thrust her breasts in the other and drew her hand from the stocking over the curve of her ass and up her torso. She brought her other hand up, both breasts now being cupped in a kneading, pinching maneuver as she rotated her hips to the music and for the appraisal of The Slut. 

Having enough of her own personal foreplay, she fell back on the bed, allowing her hand to slither down her teddy to her aching, wet pussy. Bringing her knees up to spread herself wide, she rode her wet lips with the length of her middle finger. She'd seen her mentor do it before and repeated the lewd act of sucking her juices off her fingers, leaving them wet with her spit before she resumed playing with her now demanding cunt. 

Since encountering The Slut, Maddie had stopped using that word negatively and insultingly, not that it had been frequent anyway. "Cunt" had become the affectionate expression of her vagina in the throes of her lust and passion, almost a being unto itself.

She loved the feeling in there: both the luscious, tight wetness around her fingers and the gentle filling and friction they provided her pussy. She moved her fingers around, then in and out vaguely imagining the sensation she might experience from some of the not-solo performances by The Slut. Her head went back as she moaned and lifted her feet off the bed, imagining the thrusts of a very real but as yet, unrealized lover.

Her moaning escaped as words when she voiced the pleasure she craved. She almost winced at the thought, but knowing the pleasure that followed the release of those forbidden desires, she gave herself to them and buried two fingers between her wet folds.

"Fuck me, daddy."

Daddy Steve had come on the scene about two years after her real dad's death. It took a long time for Maddie to warm up to him, but Steve persevered. He grew increasingly firm, but still gentle with her as his mother's relationship with him solidified. It was a long courtship and they did not marry until Maddie was nearly nine. She remembered the wedding day with a conflict of emotions: sadness that her mom was "forgetting" about her father, happiness that this man she liked to pretend she was angry with was going to become a permanent part of their lives.

He was "Steve" for the longest time, until one day when she was twelve when she had been out playing on a Saturday afternoon. She had become the target of relentless teasing from her friends - yes, they were friends but still kids. She came home to find the house empty. Quietly sobbing as she searched for solace, she finally came across Steve in the garage.

"Daddy," she cried and ran to hug and be hugged by him.

Maddie had not yet known the pleasure of a vaginal orgasm and finished herself by rubbing her clit, sometimes with two hands going at once - one hand fucking her pussy, while the other soothed her throbbing button. She cried out as she convulsed, drawing her knees to her chest with her erotically appointed calves and feet pointed toward the ceiling. Her thighs bounced up and down on her chest as she thrust into herself while blissfully fantasizing about how much better it could be.

She splayed out on the bed as she recovered, catching her breath. She had a continuing mission to attend to and went through a mental inventory of her final preparations.

She spritzed fragrance first to give it time to settle. That was followed with a little wipe down with a washcloth to get rid of sweat and the wet mess left on her legs. Then, she touched up her makeup, making a show of putting on the lipstick by toying with the tube as though it were a little penis. After brushing out her hair and smoothing it down, she went to her closet to retrieve the above-the-knee length black skirt and white blouse she had chosen for tonight. 

"If only I didn't have to get any more dressed," she briefly lamented, alarmed that her playtime didn't seem to put her desire to rest.

She relented and put on her clothes. Looking in the mirror, she tucked, straightened, and smoothed, very pleased with herself.

It was now 4:50 and she was a little behind. She decided to cheat and use a pre-mix gravy with drippings from the pan added, mashed the potatoes, readied the salad in the bowl, set the table, and set the beans in the frying pan with butter, salt and pepper. 

At 5:25 she gave herself a little pat on the back - "Damn girl, you're good!" - and poured a glass of wine.

She usually greeted Steve when he came home but she had never prepared herself this way before. Instead, she sat tall on the bar stool at the eating counter facing the entrance to the kitchen, crossed her legs ensuring her skirt covered everything, and took a sip of wine while she waited. She had just undone a button on her blouse to reveal the top of the teddy when she heard the key in the door.

"Hi Maddie, I'm home," he called from the entry. The smell of the beef immediately brought an amused and resigned smile to his face.

"That girl doesn't give up on that," he quietly muttered.

"I'm in the kitchen, daddy."

Steve hung up his coat and put his shoes in the closet before rounding the corner to the kitchen.

"Oh. My. God. Not again."

Steve had found himself looking forward to seeing Maddie after work, his gaze of appraisal lingered when she'd show a new top or outfit. He had been completely overtaken though, one morning when she had a job interview later in the day.

Steve was getting ready to leave for work and he hadn't seen Maddie yet. He was about to check on her and say goodbye when he heard the click of heels on the tile floor around the corner. 

In that moment, it was as though lightning struck with no physical evidence. Steve maintained his cool but was dumbstruck at the vision of Maddie as she rounded the corner and presented herself to him.

Her long brown hair draped over the front and back of her shoulders, framing a face made up unlike he'd ever seen on her before: dark eyes, full lashes, richly-coloured lips. Caressing her body was a long-sleeve, semi-sheer blouse over a camisole which revealed just a hint of cleavage. The blouse was meticulously tucked into a dark grey pencil skirt that came just above her knees. The contrast of her legs was muted by the very sheer and expensive-looking black nylon that glowed from her flesh underneath. She stopped and slowly twirled on her black slingback stiletto pumps.

"Do you think I'll knock 'em dead, daddy?"

Though it had been a long time, Steve still knew the game. 

"If you fall off those heels and poke 'em in the eye, you will," he said with a wink.

*Slap*

"You look pretty, sweetheart."

"Pretty? Pretty?" Maddie was indignant, making a show of stomping her foot.

"Come here precious," he beckoned her. "You look fabulous. I wish I could hire you."

Steve was a mess inside as he gave her a fatherly hug to encourage her and wished her luck. She thanked him with a very satisfied smile behind his back. Steve withdrew his hips slightly to obscure his growing erection, and then begged off to head to work.

Once he got in the car, Steve allowed himself to reel for a minute. Gripping the wheel hard, he felt like banging his head against it. What was he thinking? He was entrusted with this girl as though she were his own flesh and blood. He shook it off enough to get on the road, but Maddie permeated his thoughts through the day. 

Once Steve was gone, Maddie went back upstairs to change. There was no interview, or rather it was now done and she was confident Steve would soon accept her offer.

An eternity passed as he couldn't help but appraise Maddie, the time measured by the increments of the building pressure in and the growing length of his cock. Her hair draped over her left shoulder, very mature makeup, her eyes demurely rising to meet his, the collar of her blouse framing her chest - and what was that lace he saw underneath?, the skirt hugging her thighs, her near perfect legs smoothed with nylon, and those shoes!, one of which was dangling from her toes.

What seemed like forever was over in a moment when Steve snapped himself out of his spontaneous daydream. 

"My goodness, honey. Did you have another interview today?" Steve managed to get out without his voice cracking.

"Oh no, Daddy. I thought today, we should do something a little special. And you look perfect by the way, just like I'd want if you were picking me up for a date," she said with a hint of giggle. "You set the bar very high."

"A DATE!"

Amidst the turmoil in his mind, Steve wasn't making any assumptions. He parried, "My women have to learn to keep up with me."

Flashing a satisfied smile, she reached down to put her shoe back on her foot. As she got off of the stool, the flash of a white garter strap distinctly caught Steve's eye. Maddie walked over to hug him.

Her arms gracefully wrapped around him as she leaned in with no hint of familial modesty. Her fragrance enveloped him in tendrils, searing the moment into his memory. 

She moved back slightly, resting her hand on his chest. Lowering her voice and raising her doe eyes to him, she almost whispered, "You really do look handsome, daddy."

Unexpectedly, Maddie felt herself drawn at her waist into Steve. A flood of excitement and fear overcame her briefly as a notion that she was about to be taken came over her. As their bodies collided, she felt her hand snatched from his chest, and brought out to the side, and Steve led them in an unaccompanied dance.

Steve was fighting a losing battle to maintain his fatherly role. "Precious," he whispered into her hair. "You have been an especially wonderful part of my life since your mom died. I love you. I know that I have given you a hard time about everything you do here, but I want you to know that I appreciate it and wouldn't have it any other way." 

Maddie felt herself melt into his chest. "Daddy, I wa..., need you so much. I couldn't ask for a better man to be with right now."

Silently they danced, both relishing the moment for the same unspoken reason. Steve felt Maddie press in tight and he was now certain that she could feel his erection. 

The first half of dinner passed without a word spoken. Far from uncomfortable, the silence was overcome by lingering, questioning, contented gazes. The silence was broken when Maddie went to cross her legs under the table, the side of her foot way-too-slowly grazing against Steve's calf.


The Next Chapter Ch. 01



"Oops. Sorry, daddy."

Steve was lost for a moment; that was happening frequently these days. The sensation of the caress of her foot reached all the way up his leg to overcome his now aching cock. Needing some relief from the pressure, Steve took his napkin from his lap to wipe his mouth, and then adjusted his inconvenient protrusion while replacing the napkin. 

"This is outstanding sweetheart. Thank you very much," Steve said with a smile.

Whether the timing of it was intentional or not, Steve's praise caused Maddie's heart to skip a beat. Maddie wanted Steve like nothing else and if he wasn't flinching at her increasingly forward flirtations, it wouldn't be long before she would be satisfied. She hadn't set out to seduce him. On the contrary, she wanted to capture his heart first. They had grown closer in the last year, through doings on both of their parts. But now, Maddie knew it was her place to move things ahead. As much as she wanted him to be in control, her passion was stoked further by the control he had been exhibiting. Steve was a good man and would not take advantage of his vulnerable girl. But here she was, a far-from-vulnerable woman. She couldn't come right out and say it, but she wanted her desire and permission to be taken clearly understood by Steve. She would leave the rest to him.

The conundrum had led her sweet and loving little-girl heart into places of dark lust, seeded by her mom's confessions to her and watered and nourished by her times with her mentor. As much as The Slut seemed willing to fuck anyone, Maddie's desire was sharpened in one direction only. Once she was able to let herself go, she learned to become lost in her fantasy.

Now, the realization of her fantasy was staring her in the face. She had gone into the evening with more than a vague thought to push the limits beyond propriety and into her libido. She would play it carefully but it was time to put her cards on the table.

Maddie had set the table with Steve at the head and herself beside him on the long edge. She leaned in, putting her hand on his thigh, and kissed his cheek.

"You're welcome, daddy," escaped as a whisper.

Id and superego clashed within Steve. He had been through this in his head before. 

"Maddie's an adult. We have no legal bond. She's damned beautiful. She needs someone to take care of her. AND, she's throwing herself at me!"

"Don't justify it. She's your stepdaughter. You've had a huge influence over her. Of course she might feel this way, but don't take advantage of it!"

Maddie interrupted, unaware of the battle. "Would you like some more wine?" her eyes bored into his as she asked.

"Ummm, yes, sweetheart."

"Is everything okay?" her fear becoming evident as she asked.

"Maddie, we need to talk." Steve didn't know exactly how it would proceed, but only that talk was necessary.

"I agree, daddy. There are some things I need to tell you," Maddie responded, relieved that this was just another step. It might be a challenge but the reward for her would be the world.

"Let's finish dinner and we'll go sit down in the living room," Steve directed, for which Maddie was grateful. That was part of why she wanted him.

As they finished, Maddie offered to clear the plates. It was completely unnecessary for her to stand behind Steve, pressing into his back and reaching in front of him. It was even more contrived that as she pressed and reached, her cheek touched his. 

Again, the fragrance enveloped Steve, inspiring a metaphysical response that radiated through his body. This wasn't just the touch of not so subtle seduction. It was the fruit of more than a decade of life together and maybe the seed of many more to come. Whatever he thought he might have to say was fading.

"Thank you again, Maddie."

"My pleasure," she responded, then paused.

"Steve," she emphasized, thinking it might help to deemphasize their longstanding relationship.

"Why don't you top up our wine glasses while I clear these?"

She met him in the living room, the two glasses and remainder of the bottle of wine on the coffee table. Despite smoothing her skirt, it hiked up enough to reveal the garter straps as she sat. 

The assault on Steve's senses was overwhelming - delicious food, a beautiful woman, sexy attire, her fragrance, the kiss on the cheek, the hand on his thigh. Maybe wine wasn't a good idea, he thought. He took another sip anyway.

Far from drunk, the alcohol soothed him. Relaxed in his turmoil, he then did something he could never explain to himself; he got up and turned on some music. Turning back to Maddie, he extended his hand.

Maddie's heart leapt as she rose from the sofa. Taking his hand, she gracefully joined his body, the two of them looking expectantly into each other's eyes. Maddie pulled herself in just a little more than Steve's hand on her hip suggested. 

Hoping the words would come, Steve started. "Maddie."

Fully committed now, Maddie knew she had to put any reluctance to rest. "Daddy, can I go first?"

Steve felt relieved, if not wimpy, to give her the control for the time being. "Okay."

"Aunt Sarah was bugging me again today about moving in with them. She's worried about school, friends...you know, that kind of stuff."

"Yeah, she's talked to me a couple of times about that. I've only told her that is a decision you have to make."

"I have decided. I told her that there was no way I was moving out of my house," Maddie declared.

"Okay." A smile came over Steve even as he was wondering where this was going.

"What I didn't tell her was..."

"What darling?"

"I'm not moving away from you. I have everything I need AND want right here."

Gulp.

As they slowly turned, Maddie melted into Steve, placing her head on his shoulder. For Steve, there was no mistaking that, far from pulling away, she was seeking the pressure from his hips and pelvis. Releasing her raised hand, Steve now wrapped both of his arms around her body, releasing the conflict of his desires and responsibilities to the ether.

"Babydoll."

"Yes, daddy?"

Words didn't fail him; they were inadequate. Rather than speak, Steve tipped Maddie's head to his and kissed her. The touch of his lips was gentle, but there was no mistaking that there was no "daddy" in his kiss.

"Come sit with me," Steve said as he used an arm around her waist to lead her. 

This initial consummation emboldened Maddie; nothing was going to get in her way now as commitment became determination. She looked at Steve and said, "I'd like to freshen up just a bit first. I'll be back in a few minutes. Would you light some candles please?"

They reluctantly released each other and Maddie turned from the living room to grab her purse, glancing back with an expectant smile as she turned the corner to the bathroom.

Steve was on cloud nine pondering the depths of hell as he waited. Sipping more wine as he moved, he gathered some candles. This was going to happen. It was absurd: he and his not-quite-twenty year old more-or-less stepdaughter. Was he betraying the memory of his dead wife, the mother of this young woman? He couldn't just let this happen to satisfy some primal urges. Looking back though, this seemed like a natural extension of all that had happened since Maddie's mom died. 

Steve's memory released a flood of images: talks between he and his wife as she was overcome with cancer, comforting Maddie at the loss of her mother, her high school graduation and all the preparations he helped her through, meeting her dates as they would come to woo her, innocent little events that fortified this sense of mutual attraction, her development into an incredibly striking and sexy woman.

And fuck! A garter belt and stockings? This girl was pushing all of his buttons and the worst part was, he knew that she knew just how to do it.

"Why is that address coming up as I type?" Steve had thought. He recognized the domain but he knew he had cleared his history after his last visit. As much as the dabbling in porn was an open secret, he didn't want to directly subject Maddie to his predispositions. 

But there they were, a list of links to his favorite performer. He checked the history and sure enough, they were accessed as recently as 3 days ago when he wasn't home. But Maddie was, as far as he knew. 

My God! Why would she be taking an interest in this? Was she a lesbian? Even still, he didn't think that was the kind of thing real lesbians were into. This was provocative stuff and he was concerned for what Maddie might be getting into.

Despite the fact that she was an adult now and free to make decisions about her life, Steve decided to figure out what was going on. It was a hard discussion, if only because of the circling around the topic. Eventually, Maddie revealed that she had come across the videos in the computer history. Knowing some of the arguments she had heard between her mother and Steve, she thought she'd see what the fuss was about. 

"Crap. It's my fault," Steve mourned this 'coming of age' moment in his step-daughter's life.

He had just picked a new song and was lighting the last candles as Maddie emerged around the corner. The soft glow flickered over the now revealed, gleaming white teddy, casting a dancing shadow behind her. Leaning against the wall, half-hidden by the corner, she softly called, "Daddy?"

She watched as Steve turned from the last candle to the woman awaiting him. She stood with a demure confidence, satisfied herself with her presentation but seeking the approval of the man who meant more to her than the world. 

All reluctance washed away in Steve. He drank in the sweet, sexy vision before him. His lust was fueled by the trappings of seduction: the contrasts of the black heels and white lingerie, the simple fact that this was being delivered to him, being called "daddy". But further, he could not help but be completely aware of the place in Maddie's heart from which this was coming. Fuck her he would, but that passion would satisfy the trust she was placing in him. She had now completely shown her hand to him and it was not a time to fold.

She stepped fully into his view, turning sideways as he moved toward her. The cups of the teddy tight against her breasts showed that his girl was more vixen than he had already appreciated. The rear garter caressed the curve of her round ass as it came to rest at the top of her stocking, and the slight bend of her knee accentuated a thigh and calf that could stop hearts.

Stopping short, Steve extended his hand to her. Walking her to the middle of the room, he embraced her to dance again. The slow turning quickly gave way to expectant and furtive fondling as they melted into a kiss. Steve's hand eventually moved from the lacy encasement on Maddie's back down to the smooth, firm skin of her ass cheek. 

This new touch was like lightning through her body. Opening her mouth more, Maddie thrust her tongue in Steve's mouth causing Steve's cock to twitch. In an attempt to sate his burning, he dropped his other hand, now cupping and kneading both of her cheeks in his hands, deepening the grind of his pelvis against her. Maddie's hands move across his back, encouraging him to more. She felt her cheeks parted as his hands tugged.

As the music stopped, Maddie spoke first. "I'm not a virgin. I'm not scared. Have your way with me."

My god, Steve thought. Willingness was one thing, but this girl was begging him.

He lifted her off her feet and carried her to his bedroom, Maddie burying her face in his neck. He placed her on his bed, the only woman since his wife to be there, and began to undress. Maddie stopped him.

"Let me do that, please," she pleaded.

Kneeling on the bed, she undid his shirt, and kissed him from the neck down, running her hands through the hair on his chest and kissing his nipples. Keeping her face close to his body, she unbuckled his belt and freed his pants to fall to the floor. As she pushed his shirt and jacket over his shoulders, Steve shrugged and added those to the pile of clothes on the floor.

Maddie was very satisfied with his trim form, but was now enrapt with his very erect penis. She would soon be experiencing its full potential and she needed to get up close and personal with it. Bending down, she dragged her fingertips across his torso, coming to rest between his legs and grasping the base of his eager cock with one hand and stroking it with the other.

With her big brown eyes wide open and softly twinkling, she looked up at Steve and asked with mock coyness, "Would daddy like his baby girl to suck his cock?"

The true-to-life role she adopted in that moment overwhelmed Steve. The evening had been full of stimulation and apprehension, and now his daughter played to a deeply held fantasy while she played with his cock. He couldn't hold back.

"Maddie, I'm gonna cum!"

Quickly wrapping her mouth around his pulsing penis, she stroked him as he unloaded his jism in her. He uttered refrains of "Oh god!" in time to the bobbing of her head as she sucked the last cum from him.

"That was an unexpected surprise," she said with a giggle.

"I'm sorry, precious. All of this has been a bit much," Steve apologized, more than a little embarrassed at his enthusiasm.

The timing of his orgasm wasn't lost on Maddie and she played on it. "That's okay, Daddy. I know you'll take care of your baby girl." She then licked away another drop of semen oozing from his dick.

Grabbing her under her arms, Steve pulled her up onto her knees and to his face, kissing her deeply and hungrily.

"That I will, my girl," he assured her.

As he lifted her by her ass, she wrapped her legs around his waist and he laid her back on the bed, continuing to kiss her. He pulled the cups of the teddy down to reveal her breasts, kissing and nibbling all around them.

Maddie's satisfaction was now greater than any orgasm she had experienced in her fantasies. Finally, her daddy was lavishing his love and lust on her. Her nipples quickly rose, demanding Steve's attention. He tugged at them with his lips, extending them even further. 

"So, you're not a virgin. Have you ever had your pussy licked?" Steve queried with a tease.

"Oh no, the boy chickened out on me. Are you going to show me what it's like? Have your way with me."

Her pussy sighed in relief as Steve undid the crotch snaps. Why was he not surprised that she was completely free of any pubic hair? He kneeled down between her legs and Maddie draped her legs over his back. Steve began to tease her, moistening his fingers to flower her lips. He kissed his way up her thighs, finally landing on her tender flesh. He tugged with his lips at the blossom he'd created, causing Maddie to gasp. He licked long and slow from her perineum to just shy of her clit. With each stroke, he pressed deeper and harder.

"Oh my god, Steve!" was all Maddie could exclaim. Nothing she had experienced compared to this erotic and intimate attention. It felt like she could feel her pussy moistening as he lavished his love on her and her body glowed in response. She began bucking her hips into his face, trying to force him onto her clit.

"Fuck daddy! Eat my cunt!"

It seemed that Maddie had numerous tricks to push Steve's buttons. He felt his cock harden at the vulgar demand, and that drove him in deep and hard, tugging at her clit with his lips, then pressing hard and lapping with his tongue. 

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Aaaaaaah!"

Steve wrapped his arms around her thighs pulling her pelvis into his face as he continued to devour the precious pussy before him. Maddie wailed, trying to push him away, but he held fast, giving her clit no relief other than the sustained orgasm she was enjoying. Finally, she broke free, closing her body as she sobbed uncontrollably.

After she calmed down, Steve asked, "Are you okay, precious?'

She took a moment to compose herself and looked at Steve. "That was way more incredible than I imagined it would be, daddy. I'm so weak right now, like I've emptied all my love onto you. And...

"I knew you'd take care of me."

Steve lay down beside her and they kissed and caressed. Maddie liked the thought of licking her juices off of her fingers, but kissing them off of Steve's face was an aphrodisiac. She inched closer, her stockinged legs straddling one of Steve's and she began humping as she kissed. Her fire was restored and she was craving the fullness of her daddy.

Steve, too, was ready. Just as the whole of the evening had him erupting before he expected, he was now fully hard and eager. Perhaps it was his own post-orgasmic satisfaction that brought his reluctances to the surface, but he had to ask. "Are you sure you want me inside you?" he asked sincerely.

"Steve please! I have never felt like this and I want more. This is so perfect!"

With that, Steve turned her on her back and knelt between her legs. Emboldened by her plea, he teased her clit with the tip of his dick. "Is my little girl really sure she's ready for daddy's cock?" he asked, playing with her as she had.

Maddie slapped his chest, almost yelling, "Yes, please! Give me your hard dick!"

Maddie was still very wet from herself and Steve's attention. He didn't just slide in; his girl was very tight. Maddie winced and gasped but the pull of her heels on his waist belied any discomfort. 

Skin to skin, she felt the satisfaction of this consummation, her pussy stretching to tightly envelop his penis. God, it felt like he was touching her heart with that thing!

Resting for awhile, Steve leaned down to kiss her. There was a deep tenderness to their frantic tongue-play, to which the only suitable response was to thrust. Maddie sighed as Steve began with short strokes, withdrawing only a couple of inches at a time, maintaining as much of the touch of their bodies as possible. Propped on his elbows and inches above her face, he basked in the glory that was this exquisite young woman. Steve marveled to himself just how much more beautiful and sexy even his perfect Maddie was now that she was subject to his sex and briefly thanked his god for this perfect design in the act of coupling.

Relieving Maddie of more of his weight, Steve began to thrust vigorously. Maddie's tightness was a stark reminder of just who he was now fucking. Far from suppressing him, he was now emboldened. This lovely vision who was his step-daughter had eagerly presented herself to him, literally becoming his fantasy. Maddie had made it clear what she craved; Steve could only hope that all of what she offered and he was experiencing was a deeper expression of Maddie and not just a ploy to get what she craved. That thought shook off easily as she met his thrusts, digging her fingernails into his back and arms.

"Steve! You feel so good! More!"

Steve chuckled at the paradox of Steve versus Daddy; the two roles together seemed to amplify both, making it not just fun play but so real. Steve the man was ready to fuck his little girl; Maddie the woman was ready to fuck her daddy. Nothing of this moment was to be missed. Still buried inside her, Steve lifted Maddie's legs to his chest and her ass off the bed. She was now free to furiously tease her clit as he indulged all his passion and desire on her.

"Fuck me, daddy!"

"I'm yours, little girl!"

Her legs bouncing against his chest as she received this long-awaited mercy, Maddie was pushed over the edge. Shaking from her hips, she wailed her pleasure. Her dripping wet pussy clamped down for a moment, drawing out the response she needed from Steve as he grunted his ecstasy and spewed his cum into her. 

Once she had recovered, with bliss still flowing through her body, Maddie reached up to pull Steve toward her to kiss. 

"My god, Daddy!"

Their lips touched.

"Thank you so much."

Their mouths opened to receive each other.




The Next Chapter Ch. 01



"I didn't ever imagine feeling this good!"

Their tongues darted in an out.

"That was fucking amazing!"

"Darling, I don't know about this door we opened, but you are an incredible lover," Steve declared.

"And! We are going to have to do something about that filthy mouth of yours, young lady!" he continued, almost horrified at the thought that there was absolutely nothing he would do to put a stop to it.

"Aaawww, daddy. Are you saying you didn't like fucking your baby girl's tight, juicy cunt?"

Uncomfortably reaching back, Steve swatted Maddie's ass and she yelped.

"You just said it. I am still your father," he responded with a smile that asserted his authority but dared her to keep it up.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

At that, Steve sat his daughter on the edge of the bed, removing her shoes, lingerie, and stockings. It was with a small sense of loss that Maddie accepted his service. Not only had her attire served her well, but more than before, it had become an extension of her being. That loss faded however, as Steve led her into his bed, both of them glorying in their nakedness together.



The Next Chapter Ch. 02



Following, you will find the second installment of the tale of Maddie and Steve, a tale of coming of age and rebirth. Pretty dramatic, eh?

It's chapter two; do I need to suggest you read chapter one? I don't do any recap, so it is advisable. However, you are the reader and who would I be to tell you what to do?

Chapter three is not too far behind.

"You're fucking my daughter now? You filthy pervert. I bet you couldn't wait until I died to get your disgusting hands on her!" Steve was strapped to a chair as Carol circled him. Steve heard something slap.

As she prowled into his view, it made perfect sense that his now dead wife was a military officer, even one styled as a stripper in khaki hot pants, low cut tunic, black thigh-high boots, and wielding a riding crop.

Whipping the crop against her boot, Carol interrogated, "What? You think you can marry her now that I'm gone? You've created your own personal little porn star? Why don't you answer me?"

Steve's voice was stuck in his chest, unable to escape to proclaim his innocence.

"Answer me, worm!"

"uuunnhhh..."

Carol began to shake him. "Answer me, Steve! Or should I call you 'daddy'?"

"Daddy!"

"uuunnnhhh..."

"Daddy!" 

*

Not long before Maddie turned seventeen, her world had been turned upside down. Maddie's mom was diagnosed with advanced cancer. There were no obvious signs but a routine checkup pointed to some serious problems. Her body had numerous tumours and treatment was ineffective. She died a year later, in the early spring.

After the funeral, a number of family members stayed around for about a week, offering support and help. It was good to feel that love but it only held back the grief.

Steve and Maddie said goodbyes and closed the door as Steve's brother left them alone now in the house. Steve went to sit in the living room as Maddie stood by the door. 

She walked back in the room with quiet tears dripping from her eyes. Steve beckoned her and she sat on his lap, head buried in his shoulder and she sobbed. His hands soothed her back and stroked her hair. Maddie shifted a bit in his lap and she didn't think much of the bulge of pressure she felt against her butt cheeks. Nothing felt wrong and she just snuggled in harder, wallowing in the comfort of her Daddy as she grieved.

*

Steve woke to Maddie gripping his shoulders. 

"What's happening, daddy? Were you dreaming?"

Carol's angry face was replaced with Maddie's as Steve regained his senses and focus. It was with both relief and shame that he took in Maddie's gentle face. 

"That was bizarre!" was all Steve could muster.

"What was it about?"

"Uuuhhh...the house was on fire or something. It's fading," Steve lied.

"I don't smell any smoke, but you sure have lit a fire down below for me," Maddie teased as she snuggled closer, draping a leg over his. "Good morning."

"Good morning, precious," Steve offered, attempting to manage the sudden conflict he was overcome by. 

Sharing a kiss with Maddie, Steve's conscience was soothed. Maddie was still in his bed and still very eager for him. He may have violated something, but it wasn't his baby girl.

Absentmindedly, Steve was caressing Maddie as they lay in bed. Steve was keenly aware of the lusty furnace planted on his leg, as Maddie snuggled close with her head on his chest. He was brought to attention by her hand snaking down to stroke his morning wood. 

"Need a little something to whet your appetite?" Maddie purred.

Despite his new reservations, Steve's cock twitched at her touch. Biology, however, had a mind of its own. "I need to freshen up a little before anything like that, sweetheart. Let me go to the bathroom."

"Careful how you pee with that thing. I don't do ceilings," Maddie laughed.

"Yeah, I've got the technique down. Only took learning to do it while standing on my hands."

They both laughed and Steve was especially grateful for the lighthearted exchange. Everything was alright between them, well mostly. He loved Maddie just a little more right then.

He got up and made his way to the en-suite. His first order of business was to quell his erection so he could empty his bladder. His mind was fully occupied with the present situation as he waited. 

I feel guilty. What kind of future can we have? Did I betray Carol or was that just an overactive imagination? I've second-guessed good decisions before. Maybe that's it. What if it was just a heat of the moment thing? That's certainly not it; she's been moving on me for months. And last night had all the marks of premeditation.

Nonetheless, a glimmer of a plan formed. He owed it to both Maddie and himself to ensure that last night wasn't some hastily executed, misguided adventure. 

He was done peeing and brushed his teeth and made his way back to bed. He was going to be very careful to ensure Maddie wouldn't feel rejection. She had put a lot out there for him and, no matter what, he was very grateful. No woman ever had been so generous and desirous of him, taking so much risk for his sake. 

He crawled back under the comforter, opening his arm to Maddie's snuggle. She slipped in like he had never left.

"Now, where were we, lover?" Maddie pressed.

"Damn it! I'll save the plan for breakfast," Steve relented as he rolled over top of Maddie to make love to her. Biology won again.

Morning sex, with the sun streaming in, was always a favorite for Steve. Maddie didn't know it yet, but it would become so for her also. They shared sweet orgasms as they played, reveling in each other's fully revealed bodies.

Maddie took in the aroma of bacon as she came to the kitchen after her shower. It was fairly quick, but she took her time brushing out her hair, putting on just a little makeup, and picking out a short, clingy satin chemise to put on over her white lace thong. That gave enough time for Steve to nearly have breakfast ready. 

Steve was tending to the pan on the stove when he felt Maddie's arms snake inside his robe and her body pull up tight against his back.

"I never knew it would be so good to have a houseboy. When will you get to the bedroom, though? There's lingerie and underwear all over! And try and scrub out the cum stains, please. I want it to be perfect for my boyfriend."

Steve laughed and marveled at Maddie's lack of shame. This transformation was sudden, but then again, he wasn't fucking her yesterday morning either. He couldn't deny that this lurid talk was very arousing and reached deeper into him than only his loins. While masturbating, he had fantasized, sometimes speaking out loud, about the attention of a dirty slut seducing and encouraging him to live out a real life porn flick. Maddie had effortlessly slipped into a role yesterday: an innocent girl -- not just girl, but his daughter! - with wanton desires. She played him exquisitely, tempting his senses in increments until the final barrier of taboo was broken. He knew that at times last night she was playing a part, but only to a point it seemed to him. This was what she wanted to be and she wanted to be that with him. She was incredible and had so much to offer, and offer she did -- generously.

Maddie was relieved at finally being able to release some of the thoughts she had developed over the last year. It was freeing to openly talk, feel, and play sexy, knowing that her behaviour was nurturing the relationship that she desired most deeply. It felt perfectly natural to lavish all of who she was and wanted to be on Steve, and that included lavishing his beautiful cock with her steaming cunt. 

"Sometimes just thinking that word makes me wet!" Maddie thought as she slipped into a spontaneous fantasy, being bent over the arm of the sofa while Steve mercilessly pounded her without even having removed their clothes. That fantasy provoked her to very overtly grind into Steve's ass, mimicking that pounding while straining to achieve some measure of attention to her now engorged clit. She was almost embarrassed at her insatiability, but she loved being horny even if it was unsatisfied.

Steve still had his plan in mind, but he had resolved that he would not reject Maddie, at least until they had an agreement. Despite his determination, this felt so good. Having suffered a great deal of rejection from his wife - Maddie's mom -- he had learned to not rely on a woman's affection for his own esteem. He had almost forgotten how deep this kind of passion affected him. He met Maddie's grind with his own.

"Sweetheart, get the table ready please," Steve urged.

Reluctantly pulling away, Maddie blatantly pouted as she brought two plates to Steve then took out cutlery, napkins, and condiments to arrange the table. With a spur of inspiration, while he wasn't looking, she quickly pulled off her panties and replaced Steve's napkin. 

As Steve brought their full plates to the table, he noticed the gesture. It brought both a smile to his face and the feelings of the first time Maddie had presented him with a handmade card on Fathers' Day. Steve the Dad was now the emboldened one.

"That's very sweet, Maddie," he started.

"Sweet? That's hardly what I was going for!" Maddie was now visibly annoyed, almost angry, and snatched the panties away. The wrath of a woman scorned paled compared to that of a woman horned. 

"Now listen, Maddie. I let you take the lead last night. I am grateful you understand that somehow it was necessary because I could never do anything to violate you, regardless of how I felt. But now, it's my turn. Okay?"

Maddie feared what was coming. Was this all for nothing? Maybe she was playing this too hard. It didn't seem like Steve was being pushed away, at least until now. But it came crashing down: exactly why she loved this man and would do anything for him. She backed down from her anger. "I'm sorry, daddy. Okay."

Steve took a mouthful of eggs, chewing and swallowing to inject a brief pause. "It has been a long time since I have felt loved and desired like you showed me last night and this morning. I would die a very satisfied man if I could enjoy the rest of my life with you." He let the thought sink in while they both ate again. 

"For the same reason that I had to let you move us to this place, I am going to put a halt to it."

Maddie's eyes widened in sorrow and disappointment.

"For a short time," he finished.

Maddie released a sigh of relief.

"I know you Maddie. You have brought me some incredible erotic pleasures, but I know you aren't a slut."

"Oh, yes I am daddylover. But only for you," Maddie's thoughts interjected.

"This is the kind of thing that people will seriously frown on. I am pretty sure you didn't tell me the whole story about your discussion with Aunt Sarah. She'd be the first to condemn even a hint of something going on between you and me.

"But you know what? I love you babygirl. I love you even more this morning. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you and I want 'us' to continue. We can figure out how to deal with the fallout later. But for both of our sakes I am going to require a pause. If we are going to continue like this, I need to be assured that both of us are not just grasping at straw, that this is legitimate, that what either of us is feeling is not just horny." Steve left out the part about the guilt he was feeling about Carol.

Leaning in conspiratorially, Steve's voice dropped to a whisper. "And then, my sweet little girl, we will be free to fuck whenever and however the mood strikes us. I have a particular fantasy about doing you over the arm of that sofa." Steve regretted this the moment it came out of his mouth. It seemed compassionate to play to Maddie's hopes but at the same time he was prescribing the outcome of the break.

Even realizing that it might be some time before she got to get what she knew she wanted so deeply, Maddie's pussy flooded at the thought of their shared daydream.

"Enough of that; I am going to lose my train of thought. I want us to take two weeks."

"Two WEEKS!" Maddie didn't know if she could handle it. Tasting her desire had only served to increase her appetite.

"We're going to go back to how things were before yesterday. We'll then see if anything has changed: regrets, that kind of thing.

"Then," Steve continued and paused.

Maddie felt a wave of assurance come over her. "Then, what?" she asked in anticipation.

"Then, I am going to take my favourite girl, my daughter, out for dinner. Two Fridays from now, we are going to dress to the nines. I am going to make reservations at Villa de Lune and I will pick you up for a date. We will talk about what happened in the last two weeks and regardless of what the outcome is, just celebrate us. We've been through a lot together and we're closer than ever. We deserve it."

Steve was satisfied. He knew how Maddie would feel about a break, but he was confident he conveyed his hope for them and his concern for her.

Steve was right. Maddie was disappointed but her fears were allayed. "Daddy, my feelings for you have been developing beyond our family relationship for more than a year. Do you really think anything is going to change in two weeks?"

Then, with a very seductively vengeful twinkle in her eye she added, "I am going to make you pay for this." 

Keeping it to herself, she wondered if he understood the implications of "we're going to go back to how things were before yesterday". He had to understand that not all was innocent prior to that. Oh, indeed, Steve was going to pay.

*

"I thought you were on side with me Jason," Sarah implored her husband,

Far from being in line with his wife's thoughts, Jason was secretly high-fiving Steve. Jason knew better than to be lecherous around his niece, especially since she had been robbed of her mother. No matter what though, the appreciation was barely below the surface when he observed all of Maddie's sweet sexiness.

"Sarah, I'd agree with you. I do think she might get some benefit from living with us. But she is an adult and making her own decisions is part of growing up. If you ask me, if she moved in here, she'd be setting herself back," Jason rationalized. "Not to mention, I'd hate to see such a sweet young thing be corrupted by your evil prudish influences," he thought, not bothering to poke the bear out loud.

"Jason! This is my sister's daughter we're talking about. I have a responsibility to both of them! Don't you think it is weird that she wants to stay with a grown man? Maybe he is influencing her. You never know with some men. What if he gets in the way of boyfriends? I want you to talk to him!" Carol continued, getting more anxious as she spoke.

Jason resigned. "Alright dear, I need some help with the plumbing in the basement anyway. I'll call him and we'll chat. No promises." Life would be hell if he didn't at least put on a show.

*

Monday morning arrived and Steve and Maddie's household was indeed, back to normal. He was getting ready to go to work, and she handed him a bag of sandwiches and fruit, knowing he didn't have any lunch plans that day.

Steve was pleased with himself. Nothing had been disrupted in their lives. On top of the lay of his life, everything in the house was good.

Steve left for work an hour earlier than Maddie. They hugged, kissed each other's cheeks and said their goodbyes. As they parted though, apprehension and loss coursed through each of them. Bittersweet it was, to be satisfied with the status quo now.

Biting into his sandwich at lunch, Steve was surprised at a piece of plastic wrap he found inside. The note wrapped in it said, "I'll always want you," written in red ink.

Confronting her that evening, he chastised her, "That was a dirty trick, Maddie."

"Did you have to pay for lunch today, daddy?" Maddie asked with her now familiar seductively vengeful smile.

Two days later, as Steve was meeting a new client, he reached in his hip pocket for a business card. Fighting around some fabric inside, he pulled out both the card and what he thought was a pocket square: except the square was a pair of panties.

"You are so lucky that client was pretty much congratulating me, little wench," he reprimanded her over dinner.

Crawling into bed on Friday night, there was a folded piece of paper between the sheets. Pulling it out, Steve's cock rose to attention. It had now been a week since his and Maddie's encounter, and the photo of Maddie in the same outfit, showing a pouty look and parted legs while she reclined on her bed, stirred him. 

Her florid script implored, "Think of me."

"Please."

By this time, Steve was ready to fold. He had held to his resolve to not fantasize, but this inviting suggestion was as relentless as his hold on his dick became as he furiously stroked himself before falling asleep.

On Saturday morning, Steve awoke early to the aroma of breakfast. Maddie was up already?

He didn't bother showering and instead went downstairs after brushing his teeth, peeing, and deciding to put a shirt on. There was Maddie, in the same light pink chemise and white lace thong from last Saturday, but adding a pair of white four inch pumps on her feet. Steve guessed that she heard him coming because he was presented with the view of her bent over and straight legged as she rummaged through a base cabinet.

"Oh, daddy! You're up. Good," she purred as she turned to greet him and kiss his cheek. 

"Maddie, that's not what I had in mind when I said we'd go back to normal."

"This is my normal, daddy. I told you that I've been thinking about you for a long time. Maybe it was subtle, but this has been my normal, since...," Maddie blushed and continued, "since, well, you know."

*

Maddie's awareness of her mom and step-fathers' struggles had become clear as puberty assaulted her. Seemingly overnight, she had understood that her mother's occasional but unpleasant declarations that her step-father was a pervert were not just his fault but her mom's also. The fights weren't intended for Maddie to hear but sometimes they were inescapable. After a Friday night out, they'd retire to the bedroom. Maddie hardly ever heard anything, but she knew what should have been happening. Saturday mornings were when she was most likely to hear some angry muttering from her mother with occasional references to "porn" and "treat me like a whore". Not until some time later did she understand, after hearing some hallway conversations at school. Soon after, she had done some exploring on google.

In the late days of spring, just before graduation, Maddie found herself alone at home one sunny Saturday morning. She recalled both a discussion she and her mom had before her mom passed away and the arguments she had overheard. She got to wondering exactly what it was that her mom had complained about when she had an idea. She knew about bookmarks and thought she'd look. Recipes and DIY pages were all she found. She remembered the history. As she pulled it up, the list was long. She thought about it, and scared at what she might find, she nonetheless typed a couple of words into the history search.

"Girls," -- nothing.

"Sex," -- only a news article about same-sex marriage.

Dare she?

"Fuck," -- the list was long but the first bunch seemed to be just blog articles.

She decided to refine the search and added "Slut".

Oh my... 

There was a list of about 10 sites. Words like "bang" and "suck" were in the URLs but all of them had another similarity. Words like "lingerie" and "stockings" were in most of them.

"What does underwear have to do with sex?" she thought as she clicked one link.

A video was loading and started to play. A lone woman, fully dressed, was in a bedroom. She was moving and swaying as some music played. As the scene carried on, she was removing clothes. First it was the blouse, revealing a lacey bra like she'd never seen before. Crap, it didn't even cover her nipples. Skip back. Sure enough, there they were, poking through her blouse. Skip ahead. Then the skirt was shimmied down as she bent over the bed, her butt filling the screen. Wait. She started to see skin at the top of the skirt, but her legs had nylons on them. Rewind. Yep, she did have nylons on. Then the skirt dropped to her thighs and she saw these weren't tights or pantyhose. Straps dropped from her waist where they were fastened to the back of the nylons at about mid-thigh, right about at the point where a line on the back came up them from heel to the stocking top. "Isn't that old-fashioned?" 




The Next Chapter Ch. 02



Maddie wasn't surprised that the woman wore high heels, which were emphasized as she stepped out of the skirt on the floor, though they seemed pretty tall and precarious. She was however surprised as the woman fell back on the bed without taking them off.

Maddie had to turn away as the woman started touching herself. She was embarrassed but intrigued at the same time. Even though she wasn't looking, as the video played she heard moaning over the music. She was drawn back to the woman lewdly raising her legs in the air, stiletto heels pointing directly at the ceiling. Ohmigod... what was that thing she had inside her? It became obvious that the woman was supposed to be imagining sex as she laid there.

"Oh, yeah...that's it. Fuck your little slut. God, I love your cock," The Slut repeated from her script.

Maddie had to stop the video. She had a shameful feeling that she could barely control. She regained her composure, but still, she copied the link and sent it to herself in email.

*

"You aren't making this any easier," Steve reprimanded. "Whatever, do what you want. Listen, I have to go to Jason and Sarah's this afternoon. Jason wants some help with some plumbing. Wanna come? But, you do have to change first."

At first, Maddie recoiled at the thought. As much as she loved her aunt, no one could get her back up like Sarah, especially with the deep horny she had going on. She hemmed and hawed for a minute, then decided.

"Somehow, I think I need a break from Aunt Sarah for a bit. I am going to go shopping this afternoon. Is that okay?"

Steve responded, "Sure. Jason and I will be in the basement the whole time. We wouldn't be there to break up any fights that erupt between you two. What are you going to be shopping for?"

"I'm not really sure, except I do know one thing," Maddie responded with a playful glint in her eye. "You'll be paying."

Steve greeted Sarah with a hug when he arrived. As much as he considered her a big prude, there was no denying that Jason and Sarah had been very supportive of him and Maddie since Carol's passing. 

"Nice to see you, Steve!" Sarah glowed. "How's Maddie? I wish you'd have brought her."

"Hi Sarah. She's doing well, enjoying work and all that. She said she needed to do some shopping this afternoon when I asked her to come. She sent her love."

"I just hope that girl is thinking of her future. She needs to get to school!" Sarah chided.

"I'm working on it with her, Sarah. Where's Jason?" 

"I heard a few curses from downstairs, so he must be there working on the plumbing."

"Great, I am going down there. Might as well get at it," Steve said as he headed down, grateful to avoid any unpleasant topics.

He and Jason set out a work plan to route the water lines and vent to the area that would become a bathroom. Jason liked copper and was cutting the necessary lengths. Most of the conversation was project related until they got well underway. Then Jason did his duty and brought up the topic of Maddie.

"How's everything going with you and Maddie?" he asked.

"It's good. We get along great but I'd really like to get her on a real career path," Steve replied, very deliberately playing into Sarah's earlier question.

"Yeah, sometimes kids just don't want what we think they should want," came Jason's response.

"If only he knew how focused her desires were." Steve wryly grinned at the thought.

Almost on cue, Jason caved. "Look, I am supposed to try to convince you to get Maddie to come live with us. Sarah is concerned about your living arrangements. Frankly, I'd love to have Maddie here but she deserves to be in her home. You're a good role model for her. I've always had a lot of respect for you, so this is as far as I will take it. I know that you two will be able to work out what is best for your relationship and for the rest of your lives, however that might look."

"However that might look." Did Jason mean something by that?

"You know, with the way Sarah and her sister turned out, I don't think I'd want a girl under that influence, you know what I mean? I love them both like crazy, but something tells me that Maddie has something special going on. I was a bit of a player before I met Sarah. I let my game slip after getting married, but I still know the ropes. Maddie isn't shy about her affection with you. I think she'll be way better off with you, for as long as she wants to be there," Jason continued. "If she sticks around, I'd count myself a lucky man, if I were you. My kids hardly want to visit, let alone live here."

"Crap." It seemed like Jason could read into Steve's dilemma. 

"So here's the deal. As long as Sarah thinks I am on side with her, I can manage whatever comes our way. Let's just say there's a family secret on that side that no one knows I know and no one will have any leverage over any situation that comes up. We just have to keep this conversation between the two of us. Capisce?"

"I think I got it," Steve responded.

"Oh, one more thing. My leverage is good as long you maintain my respect. You be strong for her or I'll be the first to throw you under the bus."

At about 3:00, Steve was finished with the work that Jason had for him. Jason's mind had not been on much of the conversation after the discussion about Maddie. Jason certainly hadn't said it but it almost seemed like he was condoning something he couldn't know was happening. Steve certainly hadn't expected that. Even still, maybe Jason could handle Sarah, but she still presented a problem. He really didn't know how to manage any fallout should he and Maddie continue as a couple.

After he left, Steve's mind was made up. He had a plan for this coming Friday night for his and Maddie's date. He already had the reservations, but he now decided this would be an all out celebration and validation of Maddie for how they got where they were. On one hand, Dave felt sleazy, making his girl into what he wanted. But it was clear that it was also what she wanted. He wondered just how Maddie turned out so different from her mom, at least how her mom had finished life. He had a couple of hours before stores closed and his first stop was a mall.

Monday didn't result in any 'payback'. Steve and Maddie went about their business as normal. Maddie mentioned that she would be working until 9:00 the next day and was hanging out with some friends afterward. Steve didn't mind eating alone, not that it would be anything big. Plus, he could start some payback himself.

Maddie was home late on Tuesday and the house was dark. She unlocked the front door to find rose petals leading a path from the entry to the living room. On the coffee table was a card. Inside, Steve's handwriting read, "I hope you're looking forward to our date on Friday. Steve"

Maddie chuckled in frustration at Steve's engineer-ese: straight forward, nothing flowery. Even still, this reminder that he was thinking about it warmed her. She slept with a contented smile on her face.

On Thursday night, Maddie crawled into bed to find a thin package tucked in the sheets. It was a pair of very expensive pantyhose, with a note that read, "Dress sexy for me tomorrow."

"Every day, daddy," she pondered as she removed the hose from the package and dragged the material languorously over her skin.

Through the next day, both Steve and Maddie were filled with anticipation. Both were anxious for different reasons. Maddie knew what she wanted but she wasn't certain that it would happen. Steve knew what he wanted but despite his resolve, didn't know if it should happen. He was committed now and he wouldn't play Maddie along. 

Unlike most Friday afternoons, Maddie wasn't out to greet Steve that day. He knew she was home and assumed she was getting ready. He planned to completely freshen up; there was an hour before they had to leave. Showering, shaving, even a little extra grooming, and dressing took about forty-five minutes and Maddie was still not out of her room when he got downstairs.

An entrance isn't always accompanied with fanfare and a flourish: grand though it was, from the anticipation. Steve first heard movement in the upstairs hall. The shuffle was broken by the clack of heels on the tile floor. Steve was instantly brought back to the day that Maddie had that interview and the turn his heart had taken. Leaning casually against the island, his gaze was fixed on the corner around which she would come. In the second it took for her to make the turn, Steve captured an eternity of a vision: first a black pump, then a smooth, long calf. He had never seen the little black dress before, hanging about three inches above her knee and hugging her firm body. Her face was dramatic, with high cheeks and smoky eyes framed by her perfectly shaped hair flowing almost as one piece down to her breasts. She was grown up in a way that he had never seen her. Even her graduation was juvenile compared to this elegant woman presenting herself to him.

"You look pretty, Maddie," was the only appraisal he offered.

Maddie smiled knowingly, and continued toward him, stopping as she placed a hand on his chest and pressing into him.

"You and I both know that 'pretty' wasn't what I was going for, but thank you."

Not wanting to smudge her lipstick, Steve leaned in to kiss her cheek.

"Daddy, please?"

Falling back, he could see the sweet anguish in her face. She had tolerated the deprivation and she would have no more of it. Steve placed one hand behind her head. Drawing her to him, their lips met as though it was the first time. The one-sided seduction from two weeks ago was an anomaly. Any questions of their place together weren't given a second thought, fading to nothing more than an amusing footnote to their shared history.

Standing tall against her man, Maddie's ecstasy and satisfaction coursed through her in an instant, illuminating her being in a flash. 

The moment their lips touched, Steve was invigorated at the shedding of recrimination and guilt, replaced with the long dormant sense of his kingdom being intact.

Their gaze held for a moment and then Maddie interrupted. "You look ridiculous. Let me wipe that." Getting a tissue, she dabbed at Steve's mouth to remove the lipstick she left behind.

"I'm not the only one. You'll need to touch that up."

After freshening themselves, Steve offered his arm into which Maddie naturally stepped. Leading her out of the house, he opened the passenger door for her. Maddie took that opportunity to escalate in her building arousal; the tease was just beginning. Sitting sideways in the seat, she deliberately let the skirt of her dress ride up her legs before swinging them inside the car. Steve shook his head with a smile as he walked to the driver's side and let himself in.

They were comfortably seated in a circular booth and chatting when their wine arrived. Steve broke them out of their small talk. "You look beautiful tonight, sweetheart. It's a pleasure having you on my arm."

"Thank you, daddy. It is my pleasure. And, you did make it just a bit easier with your little gift last night. For a little while I didn't know how I should dress. But you made that clear. Didn't you?" Maddie played to the developing subtext of the evening.

Steve dodged her probing question. "As you probably figured, I had a lot of thinking to do -- I hope you did, too - and we'll talk about that. But, I -- uh, ..." Steve started to stammer.

"Yes, daddy," Maddie encouraged with a seductive tone, leaning in to emphasize her expectations.

"I really am crazy about you, Maddie. I hope you understand why I had to take a break. For us to continue as a couple is not going to be without challenges and I had to be sure that I would be able to withstand them. And do it for the right reasons."

"I know, I really do. I thought about it and realized that I was being selfish with you. I wanted you to myself, right now, and didn't really think about how family would react. Then I realized, if we ever have children, the kid will also be kind of like my step-sibling!" Maddie laughed at the thought. The only thing holding it all together for her was that there was no blood, no paper that held them together.

She whispered in his ear, "It's kind of like that goofy director and his ex-wife's daughter."

"My god, Maddie! That guy has given up enough of his man-card that I'm not sure that's even a hetero relationship! Please, don't compare us with that."

They both continued laughing about the thought. 

"So, Maddie, I would be pleased, very pleased, if you would continue to be my lover."

Not very deep inside, Maddie was swelling with joy. She had been anticipating this so she was prepared.

"Oh? Ummm, okay. I'm not sure what I am going to do about my date tomorrow night. Maybe I can just get that out of my system and we can see what happens from there?" Her face was poker straight.

With a half-smirk, Steve raised his eyebrow at her.

No, Maddie wouldn't have been a good poker player. She gave way to a squeal and jumped closer to him, wrapping her arms around him, bathing his face in kisses. "I have a feeling I am going to make you very happy!"

"We're not out of the woods yet. I've resolved to deal with whatever comes, but I don't know how that is, just yet. Are you willing to conspire with me in this?" Steve asked. 

"Do I get to fuck you?" Maddie retorted with a glint in her eye.

Steve sat back so he to swat what he could of Maddie's ass. 

"Oooh, I take it that's a 'yes'?" Maddie's pent up horny was released and she had no mind to rein it in. 

"Why don't we order? You're going to need the energy," was all Steve replied.

As they dined, Maddie continued with her tease as Steve laid out what little plan he had. It was reasonable that Maddie would live in her house. They would work into a public relationship over time and keep things 'family' for awhile. They would still maintain their friends and attend family gatherings as stepfather and daughter. Together though, they would be a couple, going on dates and enjoying time together.

It all seemed so clinical but necessary at the same time.

"Can I call you daddy at Aunt Sarah's dinner table?"

"Most certainly not like that," Steve chided. Then, adopting his best Barry White he added, "Babygirl."

Maddie then took a serious turn. "How do you feel about mom?"

"I'm not trying to replace her with you. That was a different relationship. I'm not gonna say I feel no guilt, but I have decided that I will move on from that. I loved your mother and our life together. Having you with me feels not like forgetting about her but reading on to the next book in a series. Does that make sense?"

Maddie had prepared herself for her response. "It's not like I stole you away from her. None of this was happening before she died. And while my feelings for you have been growing, I kept a watch on them for quite awhile. I mean seriously! It's a bit creepy, crushing on your step-dad. But with everything that has happened - everything - I realized that I need a man just like you, so why hope that I find one when he's right here? Mom was very appreciative of you in our talks. She made me take notice. She also helped me see the, umm, error, shall we say, in her ways."

Maddie's face darkened and she added with a sob, "I don't think I could lose another daddy."

"You've been reading too much psychology, conniving little imp."

Maddie's face brightened as she laughed at her little joke.

"I do like the idea of calling you daddy, though," Maddie purred as she stroked his leg.

Pushing aside the serious conversation, his babygirl's invocation stirred very lascivious fantasies and Steve's cock was swelling in his pants. Steve couldn't deny that the thought of his luscious daughter lavishing her lust over her daddy was overpowering. What was so powerful about that anyway? Who the fuck cares why? It just was.

"We're getting out of here, sweet girl. Cheque please."



The Next Chapter Ch. 03



As you read, please note: this is chapter three. If you haven't read the previous two, I suggest you do so. If you haven't and don't, take heart. This is the stroker part of the story. Enjoy, and let me know just how much via your ratings and comments. Thank you for following so far.

*****

Maddie's fingers traced smoothly over the finished wood. The tips of her freshly finished nails grazed the grain but there was no hint of roughness as she contemplated just how they had come to this point. 

Why couldn't the stuff inside just be laid out? He really did like to tease her, draw out the drama. It was often like that: hidden or disguised gifts, a hug that appeared out of nowhere, a surprise trip to the Okanagan last summer with only time to pack, the compliment or expression of affection or words of encouragement that was just what she needed right at that time but no sooner. He knew her so well.

She was fully aware of the intent of the contents of the large wooden box; it represented so much to her, especially. He was embracing her, celebrating them as a couple and encouraging who she was becoming. He knew her secrets and delighted in them with her. Maybe he wasn't the hottest guy on earth, but she was drawn to him like no other. Even as she ran her hand to the lid of the box, she felt the delicious contrast of fire and fluid between her legs and spreading through the rest of her body.

She felt like a mystical treasure hunter, expecting the glow of some ancient amulet to emanate from inside the box and bathe her as she opened the lid. And bathe her it did, on a very sensual level. The anticipation was overcoming her and she squeezed her thighs, attempting to, at the same time sate and abate the overwhelming desire she was feeling. After all, she understood, this would not be a short event.

He sat beside her on the bed, tie removed, shirt unbuttoned, and cuff links showing from the sleeve of his jacket. God, he looks so good; he always did. She picked up on this over time. He ensured he respected whatever situation he was to be in with how he presented himself - dress for the occasion. She came to hold disdain for the kind of men who showed up to weddings in their jeans. She sought to look her best for him at all times. But, DAMN! For so long, all she got in return was, "you look pretty". No passion, no apparent longing, just "you look pretty". She knew now though that it was a well-constructed façade. He did what he had to do, and Maddie loved him all the more for it.

As she brought the hinged lid up, basking in the invisible sensual glow, she was suddenly overcome with a deep exasperation that took her breath away.

"FUCK! You're such a tease!" she exclaimed with a slap to his arm. He felt his own stirring as she playfully struck him.

Everything inside was wrapped! No bows. No ribbons. Just elegant gold foil wrap obscuring the treasures awaiting her. It didn't escape her that each of the packages, including the larger one at the back, was numbered.

"Yes, I am. But no more than you've been, little tramp," he winked.

"I have a feeling that by the time I have gone through this box, I'll be more of a tramp than you bargained for," she teased back.

"Counting on it, toots".

She contentedly sighed, "Oh daddy, I want to be everything for you."

*

Maddie and her mom had a lot of talks before she passed away. Her mom tried to offer advice, talked of her regrets, praised Maddie's father AND Steve and urged Maddie to be very careful in who she selected as a mate. 

"I was lucky to have two good men for husbands. I know you've heard us, Maddie. I've been really bitchy with Steve sometimes, but it wasn't really his fault. I don't know what happened to my libido and I shouldn't have taken it out on him. When you're married, it is both of your responsibilities to keep each other satisfied. Does that make sense?"

It made a lot more sense than Maddie was willing to admit to her mom. But Maddie wanted to peel back the layers.

"A little bit, I guess. But what do you mean exactly?" Maddie asked.

Maddie's mom was suddenly flustered. She hadn't expected to delve deeper. But she knew she opened herself up and she had little time to impart wisdom. 

"Dear, it's kind of complicated but only because you have a lot of pressure to be a strong, independent woman. What I want you to find is a man who is willing to give himself fully to you, but you must do the same for him. Forget about this garbage you may have heard about not being your husband's property. You're his and he's yours.

"When Steve and I first started out, we spent a lot of time in bed together, having sex. It didn't make problems go away but it sure did help us to be together on them. And you know what? I know I was a lot happier back then. Maybe there's something in that stuff..."

"What stuff, mom?"

"Uh, never mind. What I really want to say is, don't be afraid of doing different things. I really regret becoming such a prude. There is nothing wrong with almost anything you want to do, as long as you both agree. Even if you disagree, try it at least once. And, this is important: don't be just not afraid. Seek your pleasure.

"But NOT until you're married, young lady!"

They both laughed and hugged. 

*

"Now sweetheart, don't get ahead of yourself. Those packages are numbered for a reason."

Sweetheart. Tramp. She loved the schizophrenic way he perceived her. And she was determined to be his sweet, loving, horny little slut.

"Oops, now I'm doing it," she giggled to herself.

She picked up the long slender packaged marked with a "1".

"That's my good girl. School finally paid off."

Another slap.

The foil wrap wouldn't rip, so she opened it at the tape. Inside was a jewelry box and she wondered just what sort of jewelry went along with an occasion such as this. She lightly gasped at the black velvet choker trimmed with rhinestones.

She took it out, limp in her fingers, and brought it around her neck. She was not surprised that it fit perfectly.

"Come here, precious."

They stood in front of the dresser mirror, him behind her with his hands on her hips. The choker was a perfect complement to the black dress she was wearing. She was caught not completely unaware by the thoughts that entered her mind, but more surprisingly, escaped her lips.

"Oh my, Daddy. Is there a leash to go along with this?"

"Not yet, my naughty girl," he responded with a smack to her behind. "Where on earth do you get thoughts like that?"

*

A couple of weeks after her first encounter with The Slut, Maddie had an impulse to open that email and look again. She went to the computer, searched history again, this time finding nothing. She opened the email she had sent herself, and clicked on the link. Much of what she had seen before was burned in her memory, but she was transfixed again by this sexy woman in the video. After watching it again, she felt braver and clicked on a related link of what appeared to be the same woman in a different outfit. It was a black leather dress this time and prominently featured a leather choker with a long strap seeming to come off the back of it, draping over her breast.

She supposed that, to a woman like her that was "tit".

"Oh my word!" she blushed at the simultaneous brazenness of The Slut and herself.

*

"That's very sexy, Daddy. And you look so handsome behind me like that."

She expected that he'd wrap his arms around her waist, but instead he moved away. She then heard some very sexy music being played and he came up behind her again, pulling her close and leading her to sway with him. They held like that until the song played out and he walked them both back to the bed.

"Take out number 2."

She pulled out a flat box as he got up to bring over their wine glasses. He sat back down beside her, handing her a glass.

"First, drink."

She had developed a taste for wine, at her Daddy's insistence. It took awhile, but eventually she learned to appreciate the complexities of a nicely vinted red, or even the whimsical and immature nature of an overly sweet moscato.

She sipped, and then swallowed.

"Won't be the only time I'll do that tonight," she teased herself in her head.

He took her glass and she fixed on the package number 2. As she lifted the lid of the box, she cursed the woman at the lingerie store. Whatever was in the foil was further wrapped in tissue paper. Yes, she KNEW it was lingerie; that's what tonight was all about. They were giving life to a fantasy that both of them shared in each their own ways. 

She got past the tissue to find a beautiful, black lace and satin lace-up bustier.

"Does that waken your inner slut, kitten?"

"You've already done that stud-daddy, but this is spectacularly sexy!"

She looked at the tag and said, "And how did I know you'd make sure it was the right cup size?

"Help me put it on, loverdaddy."

He stood behind her, caressing her waist before his hands rose to cup her breasts. As he unzipped her dress, the fluttering of the material against her skin and knowing how it was being moved, was intoxicating to Maddie. God, how she appreciated this man and his experience. He knew when to just breathe, caress, hold tight, or if required ... spank.

She knew what she would do to get all of it.

*

When Maddie was 12, she had been bent on getting the new Britney Spears CD. However, she wouldn't put in the extra work at home to make the money she needed to buy it. She was caught stealing the CD and was brought home in a police car. That was the last time she had received a corporal punishment and the last time she ever stole.

Bizarrely, this memory came to mind as she clicked on more videos of "The Slut" one day later that summer. A scene developed where she was bent over a desk, dressed as a schoolgirl with ridiculous high heels and equally ridiculously short skirt, kicking up her stockinged legs as her teacher's hand slapped down on her pantied ass. She shivered at the thought of the pain she vaguely remembered. 

Curiously though, as she started to become aroused at the scenario, the thought wasn't as repulsive as she thought. No one was around. She got up from the chair, watching the scene. She looked around again. The curtains were drawn, no one was home; she was sure. She bent over and raised her hand behind her back and brought it down on her ass. 

"Hmmph. Big deal."

She tried again, getting a better angle and a better connection of palm to her butt.

"Ow!'

She had to try just once more.

She was aware that the video was turning her on. Interestingly, as she smacked her ass the third time, it was apparent that she was more aroused. Maddie couldn't quite say why, and maybe it didn't matter: she was enrapt with The Slut and how she was dressed. The sole purpose of her display was to inspire lust. Despite her submission to the hand coming down on her ass, she held a great deal of power. Maddie had no sexual thoughts of girls, but The Slut herself turned Maddie on. She began to envision a lover overcome with passion at the site of her provocatively dressed. She imagined herself subject to some of the acts being performed: her legs spread high and wide as he licked her pussy, a fierce swat on the ass, being bent over a bed or desk or table or sofa or hood of a car.

That was the first time she ever played with herself at the computer.

She even caught herself whispering to herself a lot of the phrases and words she'd heard.

"Lick my pussy."

"Fuck me."

"You like that tight cunt?"

The teacher resumed spanking The Slut after they fucked for the camera. She was so naughty, she deserved it.

That was the first time Maddie ever orgasmed. 

*

Steve let the bodice of the dress fall to her waist further revealing her breasts - No, her TITS - for closer attention. He pulled down the cups as he squeezed, tweaking her nipples as she gasped in pleasure.

He then removed his hands and went to her back to unclasp the bra. Her tits were truly free, for the moment, and she proudly enjoyed the picture of her erect nipples on her proud breasts, - No, her TITS - in the mirror. They certainly weren't as big as those of her digital mentor, The Slut, but some experimenting suggested that they'd very nicely provide a good nestling place. She shivered slightly at the thought of being straddled and pinned down while her daddy's cock slid between them.

The thought brought an impulse to grind her round ass against him. The gesture was returned with the pressure of Steve's hips moving against her cheeks and ass cleavage as he maintained the firm caress against her torso, cupping her tits, and squeezing her nipples even as she felt his breath against her neck, then ear, and the brush of his tongue against her ear lobe.

His hand slid down her arm to lift her hand. He took the bustier and spread it out against her tummy. He pulled it up and she relished the feel of the rough edges against her skin until the cups firmly seated on the underside of her tits. They didnt even cover her hard, jutting nipples. My god, how she squirmed at what she considered to be the seductive and slutty vision she was becoming. 

Oooowwww! Was that a pinch?

"DADDY!" she squealed, even as a rush of heat spread over her, settling in the core of her pussy.

"Mmmmmm. You're looking delicious, sweetness," he murmured into her ear as his hands worked to fasten and adjust the bustier behind her back.

This was so erotic, watching the transformation play out in the mirror. It was a contrast that consumed her. She'd never present herself anywhere near like this in public. But here, it felt just natural to release her kitten out to play in whatever way pleased her, and now, in whatever way pleased her Daddy knowing that his pleasure would be returned to her exquisitely.

As he completed the adjustments, he pulled her close again, kissing her cheek and neck as she felt that cock making a home for itself, riding between her ass cheeks.

"Precious. It's time for number 3," Daddy declared as they finished a dance.

Maddie was getting very horny and delighted at all this drama. She couldn't believe how the lusty undercurrent melded with the loving attention. She only wanted to return it in kind to this man she loved.

The next box was small but heavy. She opened the wrap to find a new fragrance she had tried at the store this past Christmas. 

"I know you've missed your mom, but it is time to stop using her scent. This is you, Maddie."

*

She had taken to using her mom's perfume as a reminder of her. It was very nice and suited her, but it also reminded Steve. More than a couple of times, he caught himself having to shake off the urge to hold Maddie a little too close or even express some feelings he shouldn't. 

Maddie took notice. Despite his attempts at control, Steve's brief impulses were pretty obvious and not unwelcome. Since becoming aware of her own feminine desires, Maddie maintained a tenuous control of how she presented herself. She thought it would be far too easy for her to go down a road that scared her, if it was just any old someone.

But Daddy had given her a very secure life. And this gave her a great deal of confidence in him. She had no doubt of his love, especially considering how he helped direct her and taught her. He walked her through events like graduation, first date, even just taking her out for very nice daddy-daughter dates. 

These were occasions where she learned further how important appearance was to her. She never wanted to invite unwanted attention but she still liked to dress in pretty, stylish clothes. Maddie didn't kid herself; she knew from "The Slut" the power of provocative clothes. Even with her collection of modest lingerie, she saw the allure on herself. She could see enough and was self-assured enough that she would save anything like that kind of vision for one man. The man who could raise her passion, who could protect her, provide some control, love her...

"Daddy?"

"Daddy Steve?"

"Maddie. Stop that!" she rebuked herself.

As time wore on she couldn't shake it. They weren't related; she was never adopted by him. More powerful than any genetic or legal bond, he just ... was.

Something was starting to blossom. They both knew it for themselves, but it remained unshared. While there was no obvious compromise in their relationship, things were becoming increasingly more close and tactile. 

Maddie would look for an excuse to adjust his tie. 

"Does he notice when my hand falls on his chest?"

Steve often put her coat on for her.

"My god she smells good."

Maddie would tease about his love life.

"Was there innuendo built in there?"

Steve took an authoritative interest in Maddie's suitors.

"Is he getting jealous?"

There was no turning back on this. It was only a matter of time.

*

"Daddy, I have a pretty good idea what are in the last three packages. Do you trust me with all of them together?"

"Are you trying to change my plans?"

"Must you always be in control?" she teased. "Trust me daddy, I have some plans and ideas of my own and I think you'll enjoy exactly what will happen.

"Plus, a girl deserves to be able to make an entrance. Doesn't she, Daddy?" she tempted as she leaned close, tits against his chest, in that pleading little voice that all girls learn can manipulate their daddies into anything.

"Alright, but let me help. Come here."

She moved toward him and he drew her in with a hand on her hip. She brought a hand to his chest and he kissed her. His hand moved down her bustier, to her waist, then moved to the inch the dress down her hips. It fell to the floor, leaving her in nude pantyhose and her shoes. He saw her reflection in the mirror. As much as pantyhose weren't his favorite, there was something intoxicating about that luscious rump encased in nylon. He squeezed and parted her cheeks as they continued kissing. Maddie let her hands drop and slid them underneath his, on her ass. 

He felt her fingers clench the nylon and suddenly the sound of ripping nylon filled the room.

His cock noticeably twitched as the sight of her bare cheeks was revealed in the mirror and to his hands.

"Baby doll, there'll be a time for pantyhose, I promise you," he responded with a lusty grin. "But that was very naughty. Those weren't run of the mill."

"Daddy, I'm sorry," she pleaded with a slight smirk.

He turned her sideways in his arms and she knew - yeah, right. She orchestrated it - what was coming.

His flat palm came down on her ass, causing her to squeal.

"Daddy...," she whimpered with more pleading in her voice.

She pulled away impudently, just out of his reach and finished the job, pulling at the nylon until there were just shreds at her feet.

"How do you like me so far?" she giggled and grasped his crotch. "Feels like I can't wait for a pantyhose night."

Steve yanked her by the hand and pulled her to the bed over his lap.

"I promise I won't do it again," Her pleading was more of a prompt and encouragement.

"On the contrary, I am sure you will, but you need a reminder."

Between the stings of her spanking, she mentally took note of the lurid vision that she saw in the mirror: hair hanging down, strong man in control, lace panties barely covering her raised, round and reddened ass, her feet kicking up with nylon entrails hanging from her shoes. The whole scene was nowhere equaled by anything she saw from her digital mentor. At this very moment, she really wished they had a video camera turned on. 

Steve released her to sit on his lap. Her bottom was more warm than sore and she relished the thought of the comfort of nuzzling, having her hair stroked, and sweet whispers.

After a moment, Maddie tipped her mouth to his ear. "Alright stud. Why don't you go sit in the chair and entertain yourself? However you want." she giggled.




The Next Chapter Ch. 03



She stepped out of the shredded pantyhose and her shoes, grabbed the boxes and went to her bedroom.

Maddie returned and all evidence of the last hour was gone. The room was in a state as if what was about to happen was just how it was supposed to be. Daddy sat in the armchair in the corner, wine glass in hand, cuff links catching the light.

The room light was dim and Maddie had turned the hall light on so she was more silhouette than image in the doorway. She flipped the hall light switch as she sashayed, heel to toe, toward Steve. As she came fully into view, the completion of her transformation was by all accounts, stunning. Despite her youth and even the ever-present innocence on her face, she had become a confident seductress.

4 inch stiletto pumps gave way to real silk stockings with a slight shimmer. The finish of the broad dark band at the top was interrupted by garter straps pulling the stocking tops into a sensual curve, deliciously framing her pantied pussy. The garters extended from under a sleek, short, hip-hugging skirt. Just a sliver of her tummy showed between the skirt and bustier. The bustier was designed to cover, but Maddie had obviously played with the cups, prominently displaying her hard nipples. Just like that day of the job interview, her hair smoothly draped over the front and back of her shoulders, but her makeup was now just a little more extreme, set off by her ruby red lips.

"This is fucking fantastic," Steve thought. "But where did she come up with all these tricks?"

Even though she knew that the scenarios in the videos of The Slut were completely fabricated, Maddie could see the power of outrageous sexiness. As she approached Steve, she adopted an exaggerated and determined sway, before coming to an abrupt halt a few feet from him.

"Ummm, Daddy? I was having a problem with the garters in the back. Can you check them for me?"

"Why don't you turn around and let me see?"

Of course, Maddie knew they were perfect. Still, she turned in front of him, edging just a bit closer. She spread her legs, placing her hands on her thighs. Her hands slid down her legs as she bent forward and her ass jutted towards his face.

"How does it look, daddy?"

Steve was in no position to inspect the garters as Maddie's ass was inches from his face, her lace tanga straining to contain her engorged pussy lips. Her aroma was heady, a combination of desire and the new fragrance.

Steve's hands roamed to her thighs, relishing at the feel of the silk not too tightly wrapping her smooth skin. Moving his hands to the front, he gave a gentle tug and soon he was lapping her juices from the lace.

Maddie gasped in satisfaction as she felt the roughness of the fabric under the pressure of his tongue against her most sensitive parts. He insistently probed with his tongue, grazing her clit and lips, even moving to her asshole. Pushing his way into her pussy, her lips were forced out from the confines of the gusset and they lewdly presented themselves as a symbol of her unabashed need.

There was no symbolism in the rocking of her ass against his face as he grasped one of those lust-laden morsels between his lips. His sucking and tugging drew a moan from Maddie, but her pleasure was just building. 

"Go deeper. Fuck! Eat me!"

Pressing his tongue past the panties, Steve began an earnest assault on her pussy. Maddie pressed in harder as he started to not tease, but maul her clit. His hands were now on her ass cheeks with a firm grip guiding her twerk on his face.

Soon though, Steve stopped. He guided Maddie to the bed and bent her over. He hadn't even gotten his pants off as he pulled her panties to the side and pressed his dick against her dripping opening.

"Are you gonna fuck me with that thing?" Maddie taunted.

"You haven't given my cock any attention so I am going to take some for myself."

And at that, with a fluid thrust, her tight, wet pussy was filled. Maddie didn't know if their positioning was deliberate, but again she could see the two of them in the dresser mirror. In a total oxymoron, she felt cheap, used, cherished, and deeply wanted, as the image of Steve still in his shirt and jacket began to evenly thrust against her ass.

"That's it, daddy. That's what my cunt needs."

This girl was a temptress beyond her years, at least in Steve's experience. She received her mentoring well.

Still, the night was young. He would save his pummeling for a bit. This was just a warmup, but he wasn't without mercy. He continued his thrusting into her newly christened "cunt", and reached around her waist to tease her clit. If Maddie's pleasure was only building before, she was now ramped up and near orgasm.

"Oh God! You're gonna make me cum! Don't stop!"

Steve could hardly believe that this young vixen under his control had the means to talk through her orgasm, let alone direct him like this. But that didn't matter at the moment. He maintained thrust and tease until, if it was possible, Maddie's pussy clamped down tighter on him.

"Oh god oh god oh god!" she wailed as she shook and was literally fucked out of her shoes. 

Steve paused, basking in something of a triumphant and self-satisfied glow of their mutual pleasure. His cock was nestled exactly where it was supposed to be, doing exactly what it was supposed to do. He stood still as Maddie caught her breath. 

"Fuck, daddy. That was the best yet!" she declared.

"Precious, I think you know there's more where that came from."

She playfully wiggled her butt against him then pushed him back. Quickly composing herself, she turned on the bed and dropped to her knees before him.

She gently reached for Steve's cock, grasping it in its sticky wetness, giving it a lick and asking, "Would my master like some devoted attention now?"

Steve thought better of some quippy response and merely responded, "yes."

Maddie lifted one foot, then the other to remove his shoes and socks. When she had his pants off, she mischievously asked, "Is that better, master?"

"Very good, my slave. You are doing well." Steve had resolved for just this to happen. Nothing came off unless the other did it. Maddie wouldn't be naked anytime soon.

Maddie nodded her head in a slight bow and grasped his cock to begin her service.

The slight lick before hadn't prepared her for the taste of her pussy. Even though it was not unpleasant to her, she was basking in her lust, desire and fulfillment. It was only natural to her that she would enjoy all of Steve and herself. With no hesitation, she licked his length and wrapped her painted lips around his cock. She pulled back to see the red ring she had left around his shaft. They both quietly admired her artwork, then she got to working his cock ardently.

Gently using her nails on his balls, her head bobbed up and down on his shaft. Every now and then her teeth would graze the skin, causing shivers to run through his body. She'd look at him intently, sometimes batting her eyes. The whole scene was almost too much for him.

"Fuck baby, you're gonna make me cum!"

She gripped his shaft and stroked while she sucked on the head. 

"Do you wanna cum, daddy? Huh? Do you wanna cum on your girl's tits and make a mess of her sexy undies?"

Steve forgot anything about self-control and grasped her head to pull her down on his cock, sawing it in and out of Maddie's mouth. Maddie release her grip while he fucked her mouth and pulled her tits out of the cups of the bustier.

"Come on my tits, daddy. Please. Fuck them, make a mess of them," she pleaded half in earnest, half to mark herself as HIS slut.

He pulled out of her mouth and still squatting, she raised her back up against the bed until her breasts were at the height of his hips. She leaned forward to give one last slobbery suck on him, then using her hands, presented the valley of her tits to him. She again looked him in the eyes, plea unspoken, to invite him to extract his pleasure from her. He planted his hardon in the valley and she enveloped it with her exquisite breasts.

The toll she had taken with her mouth became evident. The lurid vision and tight, slippery, pussy-like feel caused him to groan as he moved back and forth.

"That's it daddy, fuck my tits like you fuck my pussy," she urged.

"Oh GOD, baby!" he yelled as he erupted, squirting his cum over her breasts. His spasms barely stopped, and not wanting to miss a part of this moment, he pulled from her and bent to scoop some cum off her with his tongue. He brought his mouth to hers and they joined in sticky kiss, mingling saliva and jism.

Maddie lustfully devoured his tongue, then surprised Steve.

"More, please."

Taking a long lick across her tits, spending not a little bit of time at her nipples, Steve came back with 'more'. Maddie moaned at the absolute naughtiness she was experiencing. She began to rub the remaining cum into her tits as their tongues swirled.

At that time, Etta James came on the music player and Steve pulled Maddie up to dance with him. She snuggled close, attempting to get his leg between hers.

"You've got way too many clothes on, daddy," as she pulled his jacket over his shoulders and started undoing his shirt. "AND, you look ridiculous."

"Someone's gotta balance us out, sweetheart. You look waaay too good to be legal."

"Oh, I am alright," she winked. "But just barely, you dirty old man."

They slowly turned as Steve played with her ass and sticky tits and Maddie stroked his cock.

Aaahhh, the blues: the kind one finds in a smoky bar: a sultry voice passionately entering one's psyche to evoke primal responses. It felt really good to be lingering like this, for both of them. 

As the next song began, Steve was overcome with his lust. The insistent kneading of Maddie's ass gave way to a forceful lift. Bless her heart, Maddie responded with an assist by hopping a bit and she was lifted to wrap her legs around his hips. She wiggled for just the right position as he again walked to the bed. He laid her on her back, ass on the edge of the bed. 

She spread her legs wide as he put his not quite hard cock inside her panties, riding her wet slit. As he rubbed against her, her legs hooked over his arms while he held her hips, they encouraged each other with a stream of lewd conversation.

"Do you like how I fuck your sweet little cunt?"

"God, daddy! I'm so horny! I want more of your delicious cock."

"Where you gonna want it? Huh?"

"In my mouth. Between my tits. In my dripping pussy while I cum on it. Does daddy's little girl make him horny?"

"Fuck, my luscious little slut... "

Two letters, "m-y", released Maddie. She pulled his head down and he began sucking and biting at her nipples. She pulled her panties aside but was a bit disappointed when he only continued riding the outside of her lips. Nonetheless, the pressure against her was inflaming her pleasure again and she rocked her hips against him. 

Steve rose and turned Maddie onto her hands and knees then joined her on the bed, kneeling beside her.

Roughly caressing her, taking a handful of hair, Steve undid the bustier. As the garment fell, he kept a grip on her hair, licked his fingers, and moved his wet hand over Maddie's ass. As he slid two fingers inside her, he tugged on her head, revealing her face overcome with ecstasy. 

Steve released her hair and began massaging Maddie's clit as he slowly fucked her from behind with his other hand. At first, Maddie undulated with his rhythm but then, in her passion and pleasure, she let her face and chest fall to the bed, arching her back to give Steve complete access to her treasures. 

Steve momentarily thought about so-called refractory periods. Whoever thought of that concept obviously had never experienced something so erotic as what he was at that moment. His cock had never quite completely gone flaccid, and now it was hard and ready again.

Steve's fetish for lingerie and hosiery had been abhorred by his wife. Here, he was being exhorted with it and he would make the most of it. It would be a waste and dishonoring to Maddie if he didn't show his appreciation. Yeah, that was it.

He released her body and she looked quizzically at him. Flipping her onto her back, he jumped off the bed, grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge. He removed one of her shoes, deeply rubbing the foot that had been inside it. Steve held her surprised gaze as he ran his tongue from her heel to toes. Maddie gasped, almost giggling. Under normal circumstances, she would be in a fit of laughter at the tickling. Instead though, it felt like those first tentative touches she had ever applied to her clit; it was too much but she wanted more. Steve continued, licking at each of her toes and sucking each one into his mouth, as much as the stocking allowed. 

Then, gripping her ankles, he splayed her for his appraisal. Her hair spread around her head, her rapt face and heaving breasts, her long legs guiding him to the pleasure they both sought. Bringing his hands to her hips, Steve tugged at her panties. Maddie lifted her bottom, allowing him to pull them off her legs, leaving her in the gartered skirt, stockings and one shoe.

Maddie reveled in this view of herself. Given to her passion, she was being undressed one item at a time at the whim of her lover. She felt like a whore, and it only inflamed her more.

"Spread me wide and fuck me!"

Letting her shoeless foot rest on his shoulder, Steve grabbed his cock to guide it into her pussy. As he bottomed out in her, he grasped both ankles and brought her legs out to the side. It was his turn now to catch their image in the dresser mirror and it was glorious: just like their own movie playing out as they fucked.

Thrusting into her, Maddie bounced back and forth on the bed, her tits moving in waves to the rhythm of Steve's penetration. The full weight of all that was occurring now swept over Maddie and she fell into a trance of unbearable satisfaction at the reality of the lover between her legs. He was delighting in her as she wanted to present herself to him; he was loving her without boundaries. As her pussy was filled and refilled, the pleasure racked her entire body and that now familiar flash inside her triggered something far beyond a simple orgasm. Her legs went weak and Steve propped them on his shoulders.

"Daddy, please don't stop!" she cried, on the verge of tears again.

Steve felt a glow of sexual triumph along with fatherly compassion as he delivered his mercy to her by way of his lust and rigid cock. Maddie continued to sob and Steve felt a gush of fluid around him. The thought of Maddie squirting on him was enough to push him over the edge. He fucked Maddie through their orgasms, weak in the knees himself. Staring in each other's eyes, they both cried out their pleasure, one spurring on the other.

They held still for a moment: Maddie's legs draped across Steve's chest, Steve holding her hips tight. Panting together, they were silent, admiring each other. 

Maddie broke the silence. "Kiss me, Steve," she urged, suddenly changing the tone of their encounter.

Steve broke their coupling and knelt on the bed over her, their lips gently meeting repeatedly. 

His girl was his woman.

Her daddy was her man.

*

There were no stealth blow jobs that night, only the sleep of the deeply contented. Steve stirred as the sun shone in. He knew this would have been quite hard on Maddie. She was no doubt completely satisfied - little did he know that satisfaction was never long lasting - but getting that satisfied takes a lot out of a girl, especially one as untested as Maddie. Steve quietly got up to make breakfast.

As he was preparing omelettes, toast, coffee and juice, Maddie came downstairs. Steve turned to greet her. She lazily walked toward him with a soft smile on her face and her hair a mess. Steve stirred at the fact that she still had her stockings on under a satin robe. 

She didn't stop walking until she was stopped by his chest and his arms wrapped around her. Her arms snaked around his naked back and she met his eyes to kiss him. 

They held that way until the toast popped. Steve pulled back and turned to butter the toast as Maddie pressed against his back, rubbing her knee up and down his leg.

"You must be starved, precious. Come. Eat."

Even in her state, Maddie didn't miss a beat. 

"Seems to me you've got it in the order wrong. I come after you eat." 

With a sly grin and a smack on the ass, Steve directed her to the table as he brought the plates. 

"What am I gonna do with you, young lady? Already horny and you haven't even had breakfast yet. And look at you. Cute, sexy, demure, slutty all wrapped up together." 

"God, daddy. I had to sleep in them and when I woke up, I just had to keep a memory of last night. Plus, these stockings look and feel so good, don't you think?"

At that, she spread her legs in her chair, letting one fully escape the covering of her robe for Steve to see. The other one stayed under the table, her toes tracing up his leg and resting the sole of her foot on his now very hard cock.

"Babygirl."

"Yes, daddy?"

"Do you want to see how we looked together?"

Not sure of what she just heard, but hoping she could be, Maddie replied incredulously, "What do you mean?"

"I stashed a couple of video cameras in the room last night. I got everything."

Maddie nearly fainted at the thought.