Step Daughters are the Worst!
Blackstallion21 This Story, although not her personal story, is dedicated to a friend of mine! RJH I hope you enjoy this story!
I’m Jeff. I’m a thirty three year old with a lady who had her first kid young. We have an eighteen year old daughter who is starting college this year and who is a total pain in my ass!
No, she didn’t used to be like that, she used to be a model child and got good grades, and never had a boyfriend, or did anything out of line. That is until recently when she started being really defiant and disobedient.
She stared coming home late, clothes all disheveled, smelling of alcohol and other recreational things, and just being totally defiant to all of the rules her mother and I had set into place for her. She started ignoring her chores, and purposely waiting for one of us to ask her to complete the chores that she had been doing on a regular basis. She always looked intoxicated or completely high after hanging out with her friends, and the more things went on, the more they showed in her grades in her first semester of college.
I didn’t want to be the tyrant because like I said, I’m only her step-dad. I have been the main role parent as far as both dads were concerned, and she respected me more than she did her “sperm donor” (her words) but even lately I was getting the same treatment her father and my wife were.
“Jocelyn, what are we going to do about Leah’s behavior?”
“I don’t know, you see that I can’t do anything about her. Her father doesn’t help for anything, and she’s not really listening to either of us. It’s too late to put her into boarding school; she’s in her first year of college. She’s just going to get into trouble with the law, and she’ll probably learn the hard way.”
If I could go back into time, I would have stopped my wife from saying those words because that’s just what she did! She went to a concert and got caught smoking marijuana and drinking under age. Because she was young and didn’t have a record of any kind, the arresting officers were polite to her and let her go with just a fine. We had to pay the fine because we were putting her through school and gave her allowance, (my wife’s idea not mine, she’s been real spoiled ever since she started acting like a little bitch) so she didn’t have a job. And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back… I didn’t care what the wife thought, I was done!
“That’s It Joss! I’m fucking done! Leah has stepped on my toes for the last time. We spoil the shit out of that girl and this is the monster that she’s becoming? There’s no doubt she’s fucking every Tom and hairy dick while she’s away, and I believe she’s probably drinking and taking bigger and better drugs than marijuana. She’s lucky she’s a cute girl without a record because the situation with the police could have been much worse.”
“What do you suppose we do?”
“I want to pull her out of college and have her fend for herself instead of us paying for a college education and she is completely wasting her time and our money.”
“No, I say we let her continue school, but if she gets kicked out we won’t send her back. She needs her education, for as long as she stays there on her own. But we need to figure something out.”
“Well for one thing, she will work off the one thousand dollar fine that she got. I don’t know what she can do; maybe her grandparents need some work done at their houses that she can work off.”
“Yeah, your mom did say something about needing to paint a couple of rooms. And my parents are building the deck onto the house this month. Leah can help with both of those. And she’s moving home and can commute to classes, the school’s only an hour away.” Joss said as she left the couch opposite of me and went to the kitchen. She returned with a notebook and a pencil and began to jot things down on the paper.
I liked this, and when Leah heard about this plan she was going to break down and lose it or completely blow up on us! But I had plans for both occasions! I was done playing games with my daughter, and she was going to know it for sure!
Once we got everything taken care of and written down, Jocelyn picked up her cell phone and text messaged Leah. Be Home This Weekend! Your dad and I have something to talk to you about.
Leah text back almost immediately, Do I even want to know?
Jocelyn’s face got red and she text back, Don’t show up this weekend and make your father have to come get you, you’re going to wish he didn’t!
Leah: r.m.e. Whatever mom, I’ll be there.
I could tell Leah had pissed Jocelyn off because she threw her phone across the room in my general direction, and it landed on the floor in front of my feet as the back and battery were separated from the main computer of the phone.
“What did I do to deserve such a spoiled brat for a daughter? That little bitch needs a total attitude change!” Jocelyn said placing her head in her hands. I got up, picked the pieces of my wife’s phone up, reassembling it and placed it on the coffee table as I turned it on. I walked over to the mini bar that we had set up in the corner of the living room for entertaining and poured two glasses of wine and then brought them, one to my wife and for myself, and placed them on the coffee table. I reached around her and pulled her close to me. “It’ll be ok.” I reassured her as I held her.
We sat there like that with out words for a couple minutes and when she looked up at me with tears in her eyes, I kissed her small lips and wiped her tears away with my thumb.
I don’t know what in my kiss triggered her reaction but Joss grabbed my face with one hand as I moved away from the kiss, and pulled me back in for another one. This kiss was more passionate, and it made my dick jump slightly. I didn’t question things I just went along with the flow of things.
Her hands left my face and quickly moved to the base of my neck and down my chest and to the bottom hem of my shirt. She pulled violently and within a nanosecond, my shirt was being tossed to the floor lifeless. She slid her hands back up my chest, her fingertips resting on my nipples, and pushed me over onto the couch. By this time, I was completely hard and threatening to burst out of my pants. “Ooh, what’s that in there?” my wife whispered.
As she reached into my pants and wrapped her tiny hand around my hard shaft, Joss placed another kiss onto my lips and started stroking me. I loved when she dominated me like this, and I couldn’t help but enjoy myself. I kissed her back and she started biting my bottom lip and slid her hand out of my pants to quickly unbuckle my pants and seemingly rip them open with one hand. She left my mouth in a rush and hungrily devoured my cock in one fluid motion.
With her right hand, Jocelyn gently stroked and massaged my ball sack and testicles and with the left, she stroked my cock up and down while she used her mouth to cover every square inch of my cock with her saliva. Hands down, my current lady gave the best blow jobs that I had ever received to date. I don’t know what it was about that girl, maybe it was the fact that she loved giving, maybe it was the fact that she loved pleasing her man, but DAMN! …and it wasn’t long before I came in spurts, coating her mouth and watching her drink every last drop!
I never did find out why that impromptu blow job came about, nor do I care as long as they never stop!
The weekend came and sure as the nose on my face, Leah showed up to the house looking like Hell warmed over! Her clothes were dirty, her hair wasn’t combed, and she looked like she had just woken up from a night of partying. That was the last party she’d be enjoying for a while! She just didn’t know it yet!
“Have a seat Leah,” I said to her as I sat beside her mother on the couch. “Now I don’t know where you were last night or what you did, but as of this moment, you are done partying until you can prove to the two of us that you are willing and able to change your behavior. You’re done Leah!”
“What the heck is this? Where is all of this coming from? What the heck are you talking about Dad?”
“You’re moving home immediately and indefinitely Leah. You’re headed right down a path toward destruction! You party, drink, you’re getting fines, you’re not attending classes, and your grades are failing. You weren’t that sheltered when you were coming up that you should have totally gone ballistic like you have over the past couple months. You will commute to class everyday and you will be home at a decent hour every night! We’re not asking this, we’re telling you! It’s time for you to grow up!”
Leah’s facial expression was that of complete horror. She wanted to completely go crazy and scream and have a tantrum, but the words we were saying were still new in her head and kind of foreign.
Jocelyn spoke up, “We haven’t done anything to you for you to be acting this way towards us. We actually spoiled you coming up, as you’re our only child. I never acted this way towards my parents and I know Jeff never did towards his. We don’t know what to do with you other than this. Your next move in life is probably going to be the county jail if you don’t clean up your act. We love you, and we aren’t punishing you so you can hate us, but for us to try to help you get back on the right track. We can see you’re drinking and smoking and carrying on, the next thing will be you bringing a baby home because you’ve gotten knocked up from having sex at some strange party.”
Leah’s eyes got as big as saucers. “I’M STILL A VIRGIN!” She almost screamed. “I at least have some respect for myself. I know I party and carry on, but the most sexual thing I’ve done is give a blow job. I haven’t found the right person to give myself to, but none of that is your business! I can’t believe you two! I hate you both so much right now! I can’t believe you think I am a whore and I can’t believe you don’t trust me!”
“Give us a reason and we will trust you! Right now you’re showing us that you don’t even respect yourself, you’re drinking underage and getting in all types of trouble!”
For the next couple days living with Leah in the house again was nothing but drama. She wouldn’t come to dinner and eat with us, she wouldn’t talk to either of us, and things looked like they were going to get way worse before they got better.
Then all of the sudden and out of the blue, Leah’s actions changed. She came downstairs one morning from her room to get ready to leave for school and I was sitting at the kitchen table. I was off of work for the week, and I was just reading the morning paper and enjoying a cup of coffee. Leah walked into the kitchen where I was and came to kiss me on the forehead. “G’morning Daddy.”
I stopped reading the article I was on, but never took my eyes from the paper. Leah hadn’t called me Daddy for the entire time her mother and I were married. I decided to pay it no mind, but instead spoke back. “Good morning Leah.”
“Have a good day Daddy.” She said grabbing a granola bar out of the cupboard and a sports drink out of the refrigerator and turning to leave.
Now Leah was not a slouch and is actually a very attractive girl, standing at five feet eight inches, average c cup breasts, a nice little round ass, and legs to match, so when I looked up from my paper to see her in a plaid school girl skirt sashaying out the kitchen and headed to school, my eyes kind of bulged a bit and my once sleeping cock stirred in my pants just a little. I wasn’t sure why I was looking at my wife’s daughter like she was a piece of meat, but little did I know, I’d soon find out!
Leah was home after school with an unusual punctual nature that day and she went straight to the kitchen to do the dishes, and start prepping dinner for the night. I was in the living room, and I smelled beef being browned off in the kitchen and assumed that it was Joss. I hadn’t heard the garage door go up, and I knew that Leah was home, but I didn’t put two and two together and realize who was cooking. “Hey Joss baby, when did you come in?” I hollered into the kitchen. When I didn’t get an answer, I got up to go to the kitchen, and saw plates with diced vegetables laid out, taco shells on the table on a plate, and lettuce, and when I looked up, Leah was in some of the shortest “booty shorts” that she owned, with a spaghetti strap tank top on and flip flops, with an apron on, and the strings tied in a bow around her waste. The bow was laying flat against her ass, and that’s where my eyes were drawn immediately.
“Hey Daddy how was your day off?” she asked with out turning around.
“Alright, thanks. How was school?”
“Good. I got all of my work done between classes, and I’ll be happy to let you know that my grades are coming up. I did a lot of thinking about what you and Mom said, and I am trying to change.”
By this time, I had walked behind her, and was looking over her shoulder into the pot that she was stirring. I reached around her into the hot pot to grab a piece of meat, and was bringing it to my mouth to eat it when she turned around. As I put the meat in my mouth, a hand slid up my thigh and grabbed my dick gently.
I immediately reacted in my pants, but the reaction that came out of me didn’t coincide with my hardening dick. I pushed Leah backwards against the stove and stumbled backwards.
“Leah, What the fuck…?” I almost hollered.
“I figured you grabbed my meat, I would grab yours”
“What? That doesn’t make sense? I was trying the meat that you’re cooking for dinner, what do you mean you’d grab my meat?”
“Awe calm down Daddy, I felt you get hard before you backed away.”
“Listen, fuck what you thought, or think you thought, you just don’t grab your dad’s cock.”
“…my step dad’s cock…” she quipped.
“You know what I meant Leah. That’s crazy.” I said storming out of the kitchen and retreating back to the living room.
I couldn’t get my mind off of the fact that Leah had just grabbed my cock. I was still throbbing as hard as I remember it being in years. I wasn’t in love with my Step-Daughter, but I sure did want to fuck her at that particular moment.
I didn’t do anything that night, but as things kept progressing, I sure wanted to.
Leah kept coming home from school and doing her homework, or a random chore that she decided to do for that day, and sure enough, her grades were up by the end of the quarter and she had all A’s and B’s in her courses. And although she was acting a lot better, and her grades came up, she didn’t stop acting strange around me.
She kept wearing skimpier and more revealing clothing around the house when it was just her and me there, and she had even bent over a couple of times in front of me, to reveal cute panties, or one time, No panties.
I wasn’t sure what had gotten into her, but I started masturbating more and more with the images that Leah was providing, forever burned to my brain. Jocelyn noticed I wasn’t myself as of late, and she kept questioning me, but when I wouldn’t give in; she assumed it was something she had done wrong.
The thing that attracted me to my wife was her submissive nature, so when she assumed it was her that was causing my disappointment in my current situation, she started giving me more attention. She worked odd hours but when she was home, I was her King! She would kneel in front of me and give me blow jobs on the spot if she noticed a frown on my face, or if I looked down.
She would fuck me on the spot, and she was just a complete basket case trying to keep me happy, and it was breaking my heart every day, because how do I explain that our daughter was seducing me. It was driving me bonkers until the day that Leah swiped my credit card and went out to buy an outfit that she wanted but didn’t have the money for.
I noticed the transaction on my monthly statement to a store that I’d never heard of, and when the transaction came to $287.95, I immediately knew something was up. I didn’t say anything to her, but I documented it, slyly questioned my wife, as to answer my own inquiries, but not give up the reason I was asking, and when I was sure it was Leah, I pounced.
“You wouldn’t know anything about a purchase of almost three hundred dollars that came off of my credit card would you?”
“No. Why would I have your credit card Daddy?” she lied through her teeth…
“Well if I canceled my credit card the payment wouldn’t go through, and I wouldn’t have to worry about it, but I just wanted to ask before I did that.”
Her eyes got big, but she didn’t cave as I was standing there. About 5 minutes later after I had left her presence and was sitting at my desk in my office, Leah’s face darkened the doorway.
“I did it.”
“Did what Leah?”
“I made the purchase on your credit card, and I have also been stealing your car at night ever since mine broke down.”
I was blown away. I had noticed the gas leaving my vehicle but didn’t say anything because I just chalked that up to the fact that I knew Jocelyn took it on occasion, and I let Leah drive it during the day, but I didn’t know about the nights.
“What do you expect I do to punish you?”
“I don’t know dad. I’m really sorry, I thought I could keep it together, but I couldn’t.” she said as her head hung.
I thought there in my office chair for a couple seconds, and then a temporary punishment came to mind…
I stood up and moved my suit jacket off of the one side of my couch, and looked at my daughter. I was going to do something I hadn’t done to Leah ever! “Come over here Leah.”
She walked over to me, and looked at me with what I believe was ‘remorse’ in her eyes. “Drop your shorts and bend over the couch Leah.”
“WHAT?” she said raising her voice.
“Leah, you don’t have a choice in this matter. You either bend over the couch, with your shorts, and as a matter of fact, your panties too, at your ankles, so I can spank your ass like the child you’re acting like, or I can tell your mother that you’ve been seducing me for the last couple months, and that you stole my credit card, and my car, or even turn this into the police as identity theft and a stolen vehicle.” I said removing the leather belt from my waist and folding it in half.
“You don’t have proof, and you don’t have the right to beat me!” she almost screamed.
I bent over and hooked my thumbs into the elastic shorts and panties that covered my daughter’s hairless, flawless pussy, and her little plump ass, and pushed her over onto the couch so quickly that by the time she realized what I had done, I had the belt in mid air to return to her ass.
The sound of my belt hitting Leah’s smooth bare ass exploded off of the walls in my office. Immediately, Leah’s face flushed red, and the squeal that came from her, came straight from her stomach.
The second and third crack met each of her ass cheeks and the forth strapped across both cheeks. By this time my daughter had buried her face into the couch and was sobbing uncontrollably and screaming like someone was trying to murder her. (That’s what happens when you have spoiled children that don’t get manually disciplined from time to time!)
My cock had grown to full mass by the time the tenth swing had connected to Leah’s now reddened ass cheeks. As I looked at my daughter, who was sobbing as if she was at a funeral, I dropped the belt and sat down beside her.
As she looked up at me, all of the mascara that was on her face had run and smeared, the light shade of lip gloss that had coated her face had smeared to one side of her mouth and she was completely embarrassed and full of shame. She stood and pulled up her panties, and then her shorts, and turned for the office door. I noticed juices that had run down her legs glistening in the lighting of the room as she pulled up her pants but I didn’t say anything. Did she pee herself while I was spanking her, or was she so turned on that she started leaking?
Leah didn’t talk to me for a couple days after her first beating but it momentarily worked to curb her attitude and actions; that is until Jocelyn came to me complaining.
“Jeff, Leah came home last night smelling of alcohol and when I confronted her, she went ape shit all over me. She screamed and hollered, and stormed away.”
“Where is she?”
“I think in her room. She didn’t have class this morning, she should be here.”
I took my belt off as I was climbing the stairs. I didn’t want to beat this grown woman again, as she wasn’t a ‘child’ any longer, but I figured it was the only way that she seemed to want to listen.
I knocked on the door, and when she answered, I walked in with the belt wrapped around my hand ready to strike.
“What are you doing Daddy?”
“Did you come in my house and disrespect your mother last night with alcohol on your breath?”
“And marijuana! And there’s not much you can do about it. This shit is nutty, I’m thinking about leaving again, I can’t stand this discipline shit.” She snapped.
“Get up girl. You live in my house; you can abide by my rules.” I said grabbing Leah’s arm to stand her up. She cooperated and glared in my eyes once she was facing me.
“You won’t do it, I dare you to hit me with that belt again! My Real Dad will hear about it!”
I unbuttoned Leah’s pants (surprisingly she let me), pulled them to her ankles and bent her over onto the bed, and commenced to laying fifteen hard and heavy hits to her ass, and by the time I was finished, I couldn’t look in her eyes again! Tears stained her face, and she looked defeated. She was still bent over the bed, but was looking at me as I sat down on the bed next to her.
And again as it was the last time, my cock was as hard as it had been every time Leah had done something to turn me on in the last month and a half. She slid down onto her knees and scooted her body in between my legs and wrapped her arms around my waist. Still sobbing, she laid her head in my lap and got her tears out.
I did something I never thought I would do at that moment, and I got soft… Not just soft, but baby’s bottom soft. Drug store cotton soft, and I bent over to my daughter that I had just spanked and I lifted her up, like I would to a child, and cradled her in my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and nuzzled her nose into the crook of my shoulder. If my cock wasn’t rock hard before, it was now!
After about five minutes of me holding Leah, she whispered, in my ear, “Daddy, why are you hard?”
The blood rushed to my face, and my heart started beating faster, but I tried to keep my cool, “Because I get very turned on when I punish you. I can’t explain why, and I can’t stop it from coming on, but that’s why.”
She sat there for a minute looking into my eyes, and then finally opened her mouth to speak. “Do you want to know something Daddy?”
“I get super wet when you beat me too! And I act up just so you can punish me. And the first time you beat me; I came back to my room and frigged myself off until I came three times.”
I was shocked. No, more like stunned stupid. I couldn’t believe I was hearing this.
“So all this time, you’ve been acting out to get me to get you naked, bend you over, and spank you?”
“Yes. My mom and my “Sperm donor” didn’t beat me when I was a child and I didn’t know what it felt like, and the sensation that I got after you beat me, and the orgasms that followed, I wanted more.”
(*Still shocked!) “Are you wet now?”
Instead of responding verbally, Leah grabbed my fingers of my right hand and moved them to the opening of her still slick fuck box, and placed them right inside the lips. She gasped when I brushed her swollen clit, and her sky blue eyes rolled into the back of her head and her head fell back.
I couldn’t help it now, the thought that my wife was downstairs eluded me and I started rubbing my daughter’s wet pussy. My cock that hadn’t fully subsided from the earlier escapades was now throbbing in pain under my daughter’s naked ass, and my pants were collecting the drippings from her pussy.
Leah pulled my neck closer to her, and extended hers to meet my lips with hers. I kept lightly rubbing and digging into her, and she kept kissing me, and slipping her tongue deeper into my mouth. I broke the kiss when I extended my middle finger to reach up inside her, and met her still intact hymen. She wasn’t lying, Still A Virgin!
“Yeah, I wasn’t lying to you and mom! I still have it!” she whispered as she kissed my neck and stuck her tongue in my ear as to keep the electricity going between the two of us. I moved her face back to mine and continued kissing her until she broke the kiss and removed herself from my lap.
She knelt down between my legs and unbuttoned my pants and grabbed the top to pull them down. My eyes got big as I realized what was about to happen, and as my cock bobbed out from my pants when she pulled them off. Her face lowered to my cock in slow motion, hot breath warmed my hard shaft, and her tongue surrounded the underside. I almost came immediately, but I had to hold off.
“Fuck Leah!” I grunted.
Her sky blue eyes looked up at me and melted my heart again. Her slightly curly brown hair bounced up and down as she raised and lowered her pretty lips on my hard dick. I stroked her face, and combed her hair with my fingers and whispered to her. “That’s it baby girl, suck daddy’s cock. Give it to me baby, make Daddy cum all down your throat baby. Come on, make daddy cum.”
I couldn’t believe I was saying those things to someone I raised as my daughter, but I couldn’t take her mouth from my dick even if my wife walked in at that moment. I was so close, my dick was throbbing harder and harder as my impending orgasm was about to explode from the tip. I was in heaven, I don’t remember any blow job that came anywhere near the feeling that I was enduring at that moment. (…Including coming from my accomplice’s mother!)
“Leah baby, I’m gonna cum!” I said as I immediately spurted my baby batter down her throat. I was so spent when I was done; I fell backwards onto the bed and let my world spin around my head.
My daughter didn’t exactly want to let me rest and she climbed up onto the bed and lay on my chest and started kissing my neck and lips and forehead, and in no time flat, my cock was hard again. I wanted to slide my hard cock between her wet virgin lips and drive it to the hilt, taking her cherry, but I refrained. Instead I slid her tiny body up the length of mine and popped her little strawberry colored nipple into my mouth and started sucking it for all it was worth. I loved the taste of her and my cock showed that I did.
I alternated between sides, pinching and rolling the other nipple that I wasn’t sucking at the time. I loved tasting her… Why did it take so long for my daughter to come around? I absolutely loved every second of that present moment.
“I gotta go baby, I need to see where your mother is.” I finally got around to saying.
“No, let me get you off one more time…” Leah cooed in my ear.
“There will be other times baby, get dressed, I am going to check on Mom.” I said rolling her off of my body, and sitting up to pull my pants back up around my ass. I got up and bent over to kiss her forehead and I walked out of the room and downstairs to find my wife sleeping on the couch. I lifted her feet and sat down under them and her eyes fluttered open. “Did you punish Leah?” she whispered…
“Oh yes love, I did.”
Leah did stop acting up a little bit, but she kept misbehaving just enough for me to keep having to spank her every now and then! My Step Daughter… she sure is something else! Author’s Disclaimer. I felt the need to write this because I’ve been going through something personal in my life, and I wanted to get it off of my chest, albeit it has little to do with the story itself, just something I would like to share. I don’t write my stories because I’ve actually lived through the situation that I’m writing about. Nine in ten times, the stories are just a way to dream about the sex life that I’m lacking and missing. I write mostly to get my mind off of the world, and to also entertain the likes of my readers out there in the different parts of the globe! Please don’t think that because I write about something that I actually do what I’m writing about (although I do admit that there are lots of things I’d LOVE to do that I write about) because most of my work is fiction. With that said, I hope you did enjoy my latest creation, now I’ll go day dream about it actually happening one day with me… (LOL Kidding…) _Blackstallion21
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