Maeve stepped out of the Uber and walked up the snowy path to her boyfriend, James' house. It was Christmas Eve, and she was very excited to see him, and very horny, as she hadn't seen him in nearly a week, but she was nervous to meet his daughters for the first time. They were older than her, twenty-three and twenty-six, so she was nervous they'd think she was a gold digger or just not like her age gap with their dad. She rang the doorbell and was immediately met by the sight of a tall, striking woman.
"You must be Maeve! I'm Emily, nice to meet you!" she exclaimed, pulling Maeve inside. Maeve felt miniature next to Emily, who stood at probably 5'10", while Maeve was just under five feet.
"Nice to meet you too," Maeve smiled nervously.
"Come meet Rose," Emily beckoned Maeve.
Maeve was wearing a long-sleeved sweater, a thick scarf, and a winter coat, which is probably the most clothing she'd ever worn in James' house, she thought. Emily and Rose both wore dresses and tights, which made Maeve jealous of their sexy long legs.
"Maeve, this is Rose," Emily introduced.
Rose looked Maeve up and down and nodded in disapproval. "Hi, how are you?"
"I'm good," Maeve replied, feeling a bit intimidated. She was even taller than Emily.
"So you're dating our father?" Rose asked, almost threateningly.
"Yep," Maeve nodded.
"She's young, isn't she, Dad?" Emily asked loudly.
"Yeah, a couple years younger," James admitted, walking into the room.
Maeve's eyes lit up at the sight of her boyfriend, and she turned to give him a hug.
"You look beautiful, baby," James complimented.
"Thank you," Maeve smiled.
"You're not wearing a bra," Rose said matter-of-factly, noticing Maeve's erect nipples through her thick sweater. Maeve blushed.
"We should all go sit down," James suggested, leading Maeve into the living room.
The girls and Maeve all took a seat around the Christmas tree, and James poured them all a glass of wine. The silence was deafening.
"So, um, how was your day?" Maeve asked.
"Good," Rose responded shortly.
"So, what do you two do for a living?" Maeve asked.
"I work at the news station, and Rose is a teacher," Emily answered.
"Wow, that's cool. I'm a barista," Maeve laughed awkwardly.
"How much older is Dad than you?" Rose asked.
"Ummm," Maeve struggled to do the math. He was fifty-one and she was twenty-two.
"That's not important," James said, putting his arm around Maeve.
"It's fine, twenty-nine years," Maeve finally figured it out.
"He's too old for you," Rose said, looking at Maeve with her piercing gaze.
"Rose," James warned.
"Why are you even dating her, Dad? What do you guys even talk about? She's younger than me!" she continued.
"Stop being a bitch, Rose," Emily said, glaring at her.
"No, I wanna hear why he's with her," Rose continued, standing up and stepping closer to Maeve.
"Rose," James started, standing up.
"Tell us, Dad, how did you and little Miss Barely Legal meet?" Rose spat, staring Maeve down.
"Uhhhh," Maeve mumbled.
"Rose," James warned again.
"Answer her, Dad. How did you hook up with the teenager?" Emily chimed in.
"We, uh, met at the coffee shop when I was working," Maeve managed to say, shrinking under Rose's gaze.
"And you were so desperate that you just went and dated someone who could be your grandpa?" Rose asked condescendingly.
"Rose!" James yelled.
"Oh, come on, Dad, are you gonna tell us she's perfect?" Emily asked, looking up at him.
"Let's let them cool off for a minute," James sighed, grabbing Maeve's hand and leading her to the kitchen.
"Are you okay, baby?" he asked, as she sat on the counter where she'd been fucked so many times before.
"They really don't like me," Maeve said with teary eyes.
"Don't cry, darling, they'll warm up to you, I promise," James comforted her, hugging her and stroking her hair. "Do you want to help me with dinner?" he asked.
"Sure," she nodded, hopping down from the counter.
James handed her an apron, and she put it on. She looked incredibly small, with her short legs sticking out underneath.
"What do I need to do?" she asked.
"Can you wash these potatoes for me, darling?" James asked.
"Of course," Maeve nodded, standing on her toes to turn on the sink.
Maeve washed the potatoes and cut them up for James, then moved on to mashing them. About half an hour later, James took a turkey out of the oven and Maeve was nearly done with the sides.
"You look so sexy in my apron," James whispered, pressing his body against her.
"Your daughters are in the other room," Maeve reminded him.
"It's fine, they can't see us," James reasoned, rubbing her breast through her sweater.
"O-okay," Maeve whimpered.
"I need to feel that tight pussy wrapped around my cock tonight, baby. I've missed you so much," James whispered.
"Daddy, please," Maeve begged.
"Are you wet for me, darling?" he asked, hugging her and pressing his hips against her.
"Yes, Daddy, please fuck me," she begged, pushing her ass against his bulge.
"Not yet, baby, you'll have to wait a few more hours," James smirked, giving her nipple a squeeze and twist.
"Ahhh," she gasped.
"Shhh, the girls will hear you," James warned.
"Sorry, Daddy," Maeve whispered, letting out a quiet whine.
"Good girl, now finish cooking. We're almost ready to eat," James ordered.
"Yes, sir," Maeve replied, turning back to the food.
The family sat down to a delicious Christmas dinner, and Maeve's heart filled with hope when both of the girls complimented the food.
"This is amazing, Dad," Emily commented.
"Thank you. I had some help," James smiled, nodding to Maeve. Rose seemed to have calmed down a bit from earlier, luckily, but Maeve was still worried, so she stayed quiet for most of the dinner.
When everyone was finished, Maeve cleared the table and started washing dishes, with James and the girls sitting nearby watching TV. She felt almost like his wife at that moment, and she loved it. After about twenty minutes of cleaning, she joined them, sitting in an armchair as James' daughters were on the couch with him and Maeve didn't want to provoke them.
Emily was flipping through Netflix trying to find a Christmas movie and James got up to make popcorn and the girls and Maeve started discussing the movie they'd decided on. Maeve felt hopeful that they were starting to like her.
A few minutes later, James returned, and the family watched the movie. Rose fell asleep at some point during the movieand when Maeve noticed, she relaxed a little. Maeve was barely watching the movie, she was starting to get really excited to get to the bedroom later. She wanted to make sure she gave James a really good time. She had a surprise for him. All week she had been preparing physically and mentally for anal. She'd started fingering her ass in the shower, and earlier that day she even used an enema. She was getting wet, curled up in her seat, thinking about him fucking her ass.
Eventually, after the movie was over, James got up, leaving Emily and Rose asleep on the couch. He leaned down and kissed Maeve on the forehead and lifted her in his arms.
"Are you sure it's okay for me to stay over tonight? I can just leave if you'd rather me not," Maeve offered, not wanting to cause more trouble with his daughters, but hoping he'd let her stay.
"Baby, don't be silly. I've missed you so much. Of course you're gonna stay the night," James assured her.
"Okay, Daddy, thank you," she smiled.
James carried her up the stairs and kicked open the door to his bedroom, laying her on the bed.
"God, you're so tiny," James said, unzipping his pants and shoving them down.
"I've missed you," Maeve sighed, watching him strip down. He closed and locked the door.
"I've missed you too, sweetheart. I'm gonna fuck you so hard tonight," James promised.
"Please, Daddy, please fuck me," Maeve begged.
"Oh, I'm gonna, but first you're gonna suck my cock like a good little slut," James told her, getting on the bed. He pulled off her sweater, and she wiggled out of her skirt.
"Yes, Daddy, whatever you want," Maeve nodded, crawling over and kneeling between his legs.
"That's right, baby, suck Daddy's cock," James growled, grabbing her hair.
"Ahhh," she gasped, and he forced her head down on his cock.
She was already drooling. He grabbed the back of her head and started guiding her up and down his dick.
"Fuck, your mouth is so good," James groaned.
"Mmm," she hummed, sending vibrations up his cock.
"You're such a good slut," James said, smacking her ass.
Maeve bobbed her head up and down on his cock and he grabbed her throat, pulling her off of him.
"Turn around. Let me taste that pussy," James demanded.
"Yes, Daddy," Maeve obeyed, quickly flipping around and presenting her cunt to him.
He pulled her panties to the side and immediately buried his face in her pussy, and licked and sucked on her clit.
"Fuck," Maeve gasped, grabbing his hair.
"Shhh, the girls will hear you," James chuckled.
"Yes, Daddy," Maeve whined, covering her mouth.
"Good girl, now get back to work," he demanded.
"Yes, sir," she breathed, taking his cock in her hand and pumping up and down a few times before sinking her mouth onto it.
She slowly inched his cock further down her throat and choked a little, her drool running down her chin.
"That's right, gag on my big dick," James moaned, holding the back of her head and bucking his hips, forcing his cock into her throat.
She gagged loudly and her eyes rolled back.
"Fuck, you're a perfect little whore," James moaned quietly.
Maeve sucked his cock until he pushed her off, and her jaw was sore.
"Come here, slut," James growled, and Maeve climbed onto his lap.
"Yes, Daddy?" she asked, smiling innocently. He wiped her lips off with the back of his hand and then pulled her down for a kiss.
"I have a surprise for you, Daddy," she announced to him.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" he asked, kissing her neck and massaging her breasts.
"It's a surprise," she said, standing up.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I'll be right back, Daddy," she told him.
She ran into the bathroom and retrieved her bottle of lube, then ran back to the bed. She pulled down her panties and threw them aside.
"What's that?" James asked, pointing to the lube.
"A surprise, remember?" Maeve teased, getting back on the bed.
She laid on her stomach, with her legs spread, and squeezed lube onto her finger. She reached back and started rubbing her tight asshole.
"You can't be serious. You want me to fuck your ass?" James asked, grinning.
"Yes, Daddy, please fuck my slutty ass," Maeve begged.
"How can I say no to that, baby?" James asked.
"I'm so excited, Daddy," Maeve squealed.
"Turn around, I want to watch you," James instructed, and Maeve flipped over, spreading her legs and playing with her asshole.
She slowly inserted a finger and whined.
"Does that hurt, sweetheart?" James asked.
"N-no, it feels weird," Maeve explained, inserting another finger.
"God, your fingers are so small, baby, I can't wait to feel how tight you are," James moaned, jacking his cock. He got up and grabbed her panties from the floor and reached over to shove them in her mouth. "We can't have Rose and Emily hearing this, baby," he told her. She knew he just thought it was hot to gag her.
She stuck a third finger in her ass and arched her back. Her moans were muffled by the panties, but not enough, so James walked around the room and got a scarf, wrapping it around her head to act as a gag.
"Is that better, slut?" he asked, and she nodded, still working her asshole.
He got a vibrator from his drawer and turned it on, and Maeve's eyes went wide. He held it up against her clit and her whole body jolted.
"D-daddy," she stammered through the gag.
"Keep fucking your ass," he commanded.
"Mmmmhhhmm," she sobbed, and he removed the vibrator, then pressed it against her nipple instead.
"Mmmm," she groaned, arching her back.
She slowly worked them in and out, scissoring them to stretch herself out. After a minute, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her fingers out of her asshole. He grabbed the lube and squirted more in her hand, then moved her hand to his thick, veiny cock.
"Stroke me, whore," he ordered, and she obediently stroked him, coating his dick in lube.
"Turn around, hands and knees," James instructed.
Maeve got in position, and James pressed the tip of his cock against her asshole.
"Ready, sweetheart?" he asked.
"Yesss, Daddy," Maeve whined, muffled by the gag, and James thrust the tip of his cock into her tight hole.
"So fucking tight," he groaned, slowly inching his way inside.
Maeve groaned loudly and gripped the sheets. Tears welled in her eyes.
"We'll make it fit," James assured her.
"Ahhhh," Maeve gasped.
James slowly worked his cock deeper and deeper, and a tear fell from her eye.
"You're doing great, darling," he reassured her.
He finally had his entire length buried inside her and paused to let her adjust. He reached under her and played with her nipples.
"Your little asshole is so fucking tight, baby," he groaned, giving her nipple a sharp pinch.
"Mmm," she groaned.
"Does that feel good, darling?" he asked. She wasn't sure how she felt about it but she nodded, she wanted him to keep going.
He slowly slid his cock out and she whimpered, then thrusted back in and her whole body shook.
"That's right, take Daddy's big cock," James groaned, slowly increasing the speed of his thrusts.
"F-fuck, Daddy," Maeve sobbed, tears rolling down her face. The scarf he had tied around her head fell.
"God, your ass is perfect," James growled, giving her nipple another twist.
"Fuck, harder, Daddy," Maeve begged through the panties that still gagged her.
James slammed his cock deep inside her, and the sound of his skin smacking against hers filled the room. There's no way his daughters can't hear this, she thought.
"That's it, whore, beg for me," he grunted. She spit out the panties.
"Please, Daddy, use my little ass," Maeve whined.
"You're so fucking tight, darling. I've never felt anything like it," he panted, squeezing her nipples.
"Mmmm," Maeve sobbed, gripping the sheets and sticking her ass in the air.
"Tell me who's ass this is," James growled.
"Yours, Daddy, it's yours," Maeve whined, arching her back and pressing her face against the pillow. He grabbed her wrists and held them behind her back.
"Good girl, keep fucking your ass on Daddy's cock," James ordered.
"Yes, sir," Maeve replied, rocking her body forward and back.
"You're such a dirty whore," James groaned, his grip tightening on her wrists.
"Ahhh, yes, Daddy, I'm a slut," Maeve sobbed.
James thrusted in and out, and she pushed her ass back, meeting his movements.
"Daddy's gonna cum," James warned, his thrusts becoming sloppy.
"Cum inside me, Daddy," Maeve whined.
"Yes, princess, I'm going to fill you with cum," James promised, thrusting deep inside her and releasing a huge load.
"Fuck, Daddy," Maeve gasped.
James pulled out, and his cum dripped out of her stretched-out asshole.
"Did you cum, baby?" he asked, panting.
"No, Daddy," she shook her head, collapsing onto the bed.
"That's okay, sweetheart. I know your asshole can't get you off," he cooed.
"Sorry, Daddy," she whimpered.
"You did so good, darling. Thank you for letting me fuck your perfect little asshole," James praised her.
"Thank you, Daddy. Can I cum now, please?" Maeve begged.
"Hmm," James smirked. "How bad do you want it?" he asked.
"So bad, Daddy, please let me cum. I've been a good girl," Maeve pleaded.
"Get on your knees," James ordered.
She crawled down and sat on her knees and James stood up.
"Open," he commanded.
Maeve opened her mouth, and he shoved his soft cock into her mouth. She sucked obediently. He reached down to feel her pussy. "Are you sure you didn't cum? You're so wet!" he told her.
"Yes, Daddy," she moaned as she cleaned off his cock with her tongue.
"I'm sorry, baby, you were just so tight," James consoled her.
"Th-thank you, Daddy," Maeve mumbled, still sucking him.
"Now come here, baby, and let Daddy snuggle you," James ordered.
Maeve happily curled up in his arms, and he gently massaged her body, starting with her breasts.
"My little angel, that was such a good Christmas gift," James praised.
"I love you, Daddy," Maeve said, snuggling into his chest.
"I love you too, princess," James said, planting a kiss on her head.
"Can we take a shower, Daddy?" Maeve asked, looking up at him.
"Hmm, I kind of love how dirty you are, baby," he said.
"But, Daddy," Maeve whined.
"Come on, darling, just snuggle with me," James pleaded.
"I need to shower, Daddy. Can we at least wash my butt off?" Maeve begged.
"Shhh, maybe in the morning, darling," he told her. Maeve soon fell asleep in his arms.
Maeve awoke to an empty bed, which was unusual. She could smell breakfast being cooked. She was definitely sore but nothing too bad. She got dressed in some pjs and walked out to the kitchen, and the girls were sitting at the table.
"Merry Christmas, baby," James greeted, walking over and kissing her.
"Merry Christmas, Daddy," she smiled, wrapping her arms around him and standing on her toes to reach his lips.
"She can't call him 'daddy,' that's gross," Rose whispered loudly to Emily.
"What smells so good?" Maeve asked, ignoring the girls and turning her attention to James.
"I made cinnamon rolls," James replied.
"Mmm," Maeve smiled.
"I'll grab you one," James told her.
"Thanks!" she grinned, grabbing her plate.
The family sat around the table, eating cinnamon rolls and sipping coffee. Maeve felt really awkward.
"How did everyone sleep?" Maeve asked awkwardly, trying to break the silence.
"I slept fine, thanks," Rose replied coldly.
"Me too," Emily responded.
"I slept great, thanks, darling," James smiled, reaching over to ruffle Maeve's hair.
"It sounded like you were up late," Emily said pointedly, staring down at Maeve.
"Um, yeah," Maeve said awkwardly.
"Emily," James warned, glaring at his daughter.
"What, Dad; it's true, she's a slut. Look at her," Emily spat, nodding towards Maeve, whose top didn't leave much to the imagination. Maeve figured she had been too loud last night and maybe Emily had heard her moans.
"Excuse me?" James growled, turning to his daughter.
"Yeah, you just like her cause she's a slut," Rose agreed, and they both laughed. Maeve's cheeks flushed red.
"Don't speak about her that way," James demanded.
"Fine." Emily conceded. They finished breakfast in silence.
"Let's go open presents, girls," James suggested, trying to ease the tension.
"Okay," Maeve smiled, taking his hand and following him. When she stood up her ass felt sore again and she realized she still hadn't showered since last night. Her thighs and ass felt sticky and gross, her pj shorts sticking to her skin.
"Here, sweetheart," James said, handing her a box.
"Thanks, Daddy," she grinned, forgetting her discomfort and grabbing the box from him.
They sat and exchanged gifts, and Maeve was so excited. She didn't have a lot of money so she didn't spend a ton on his gift, but she got him a shirt and a book. She hoped he'd consider anal as her big gift to him.
"Wow, this is amazing, thank you, baby," James smiled, examining his gifts.
Maeve opened a very nice necklace, a sexy black dress, a pair of heels, and a few other gifts from James. "Don't worry, there are a few more to open after the girls head to their mom's," he whispered to Maeve.
"Thank you so much. I love all of them," she told him, grinning.
"Merry Christmas, sweetheart," James smiled.
"Thank you, Daddy," Maeve squealed, hugging him.
"Ugh, can we not do this?" Rose asked, annoyed.
"Oh, sorry," Maeve blushed.
"Whatever, it's fine. Can we just watch a movie or something now?" Rose asked.
"Yeah, what are you in the mood for?" James asked.
"How about a comedy?" Emily suggested.
"Sounds good," James replied, walking over to the tv.
James sat down in an armchair, and the girls were on the couch. James pulled Maeve onto his lap and stroked her hair.
"Is this okay, baby?" he asked.
"Yes, Daddy," Maeve blushed.
"Gross," Rose muttered, loud enough for them to hear.
"You can leave if you'd rather," James sighed.
"No, I want to stay," Rose insisted.
"Fine," James sighed, rubbing his hands along Maeve's thigh.
After a minute, Maeve could tell he was getting hard, and she wiggled around on his lap a bit, trying to get comfortable.
"Shh, sweetheart," he whispered, squeezing her thighs.
"S-sorry, Daddy," she whispered.
"Just don't move around too much," he advised.
"Yes, Daddy," Maeve replied, and Rose stared daggers into her.
They watched the movie without any further argument and afterwards Rose and Emily started gathering their presents.
"Bye, Dad," Rose sighed, giving him a hug.
"Have a good night, girls, text me when you get to your mom's," James called after them.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," Maeve apologized after they closed the door, turning around and putting her arms around his neck.
"It's not your fault, baby. I'm sorry, they're just immature," James reassured her.