Dani, you get dressed right this minute! Your father will be back soon and he don’t need to see you lying out in the damn yard, naked as the day the lord made you!

“Killjoy”, I scoffed at the text. “Daddy is why I’m out here, silly.”

Laughing, I closed Messenger and put my phone back on the arm of my lawn chair. The sun felt like a warm caress on my skin as I stretched my arms over my head, reclining back into the comfortable embrace of my chair.

It had been a minute since I was able to enjoy the sun on my fully exposed body. Back at university, I used a tanning booth, which worked fine. But that had nothing on a warm breeze blowing over my tits in a wide open field down here at the family farm.

Running my palms over my stiff little buds, I hoped Walker would find me like this. That thought made me hotter than a vinyl seat in the Arkansas sun. But it was nothing compared to my dream of him lying me down in the tall grass in broad daylight and fucking me senseless. Sadly, that was never gonna happen. We all have family secrets to keep, after all.

My phone chirped again, and I didn’t even have to look to know it was Mama. To her, having Walker see her little girl outside in her altogether was a horrible thought.

Little does she know, I thought to myself with another giggle.

When her third, insistent text popped in, I had to give up on my fantasy and put something on. Otherwise, I reckoned she’d be running out with a blanket to cover me up. I was laughing as I slipped into my bikini.

Okay, Mama. I texted back. “I’m decent, so you can relax. My ladylike modesty is safe. Hitting send, I lay back in the chair.

You don’t have any modesty, you little harlot, she shot back. But your father shouldn’t see you like that. You might give the poor man a heart attack.

“He’s not my father, you cranky, old biddy,” I said to the phone.

Closing my eyes, I continued sunning myself, waiting for Walker to get home.

——-

Despite Mama’s frantic texts about Walker’s imminent arrival, it was another half hour before I heard the throaty rumble of his F250 rolling up the drive.

I’d spent the last year after high school traveling Europe, and the few months after that at university. I’d been away from home for far too long and hadn’t had any time with Mama or Walker until spring break. Now at twenty, I was at an age where both youth and being a fully blossomed woman were working in my favor. I couldn’t wait to tease Walker before sucking his cock. I could almost taste the heady flavor of his skin already. Oh, my god, I couldn’t wait.

I’d arrived just that morning, spending the day with Mama, and that was great. But what I desperately wanted now was to get Walker alone and have him fuck me the way only he ever could.

I was just sixteen when I gave him my virginity. I thought he was the sexist man alive, and I still do. He’s a tall man, well over six feet, with a country-strong, farmer's body that drives me wild. His reddish brown hair is thick, and I just love how the stubble on his stoic face never seems to grow or needs to be shaved. He even looks cute in his worn-out John Deere baseball cap.

And, man alive, he looks so sexy in his jeans and cowboy boots. Just thinking of him in his faded Levi’s makes me wet. I had to suck in my breath as I remembered how good his butt looked in those denim pants.

And before y’all go crazy, I want to remind y’all that Walker isn’t my real father. That would be disgusting. I’m a whore, I own that. My own Moma calls me a harlot, and she ain’t wrong, but there are lines even I wouldn’t cross.

Thankfully, Walker is just my stepdad. I didn’t even know him until I was twelve, and I was a fucking bitch to him for the next four years. He was lucky if I even called him Walker, let alone Dad. Most of the time, I wouldn’t talk to him at all because I resented him taking the place of my real father, who died when I was a kid.

I wanted nothing to do with him, and he wanted me around even less than I wanted to be there. That went on for years, until I was barely sixteen.

That’s when I pushed him too far.

I don’t even remember what the fight was about, other than the fact that it was some bullshit I came up with just because I didn’t like him. Usually, he’d just stick a toothpick in his mouth and walk away. I reckon he’d had enough, because that time, he didn’t back down.

What he did was glare at me with rage burning in those big brown eyes. He didn’t come at me, but his look of disgust hit me like a mule-kick in my gut. He told me I’d always been a spoiled brat, but now I was growing up to be a full-fledged bitch.

Walker had never spoken to me like that before. Maybe that was the reaction I was trying to get out of him. I don’t know, but I do know it pissed me off. So I picked up a coffee cup and heaved it across the room at him.

Of course, I couldn’t hit shit, and the cup just shattered against the wall two feet away from where he was standing. But, holy hell, that shit really set him off. There were just some things you don’t do to a man like him and that turned out to be one of them.

It took only two steps for Walker to move across the room and grab me by my throat. I thought he was going to snap my neck right there, and he might have been thinking on it. But instead, he pushed me against the wall hard enough to make my head spin.

He was mad as hell and told me straight up he was gonna kick my ass off the farm no matter what my Mama said. I was scared as shit and still a little dazed, but I remember telling him to go ahead and fucking do it.

His nostrils flared and his eyes burned into mine, and then he dragged me to a chair and threw me over his lap. I was still fighting back, right up to the first time his hand landed on my ass. And this wasn’t one of them sexy, Fifty Shades ass spankings, neither.

No, sir! Walker was lit, and started whooping my ass so hard I didn’t want to sit for days! He made his goddamn point is what he did.

After that, I learned some respect for that man. But more than that, my feelings changed. I stopped looking at him as an invader into my life, and started seeing him as the man he obviously was. But in all that time, I never thought of him as a father. Lucky for me that emotional connection never got made.

It was sometime later that I decided to seduce him. Not for revenge or to get even. I was well passed that. No, I wanted to get into his pants because he was sexy as fuck. I’d started dating by that point and of course, with that came the constant fight to keep guys from fucking me in the backseat of their car, or the bed of their trucks.

I gotta say it turned me on that they wanted me that badly, and I wanted dick as much as they wanted my pussy. I just didn't want theirs. I already had my sights set on Walker, and when I want a man, I get him.

oo0oo

Once I heard Walker's truck pull up, I grabbed my phone and headed for the house. I wanted to catch him before he pulled his boots off because I loved sucking his dick when he was still wearing them. There was just something feral about it that set me on fire.

“Hi, Daddy,” I chirped as I came in the back door. It made Mama happy when I called him that so I did when she was there. Walker was already next to Mama, tasting the stew she was making on the stove. I came up to him and gave him a tight hug, pushing myself against him as hard as I dared in front of Mama.

“Well, ain’t you a sight”, he said with a smile. It’s been too long since you’ve been home. And look at you,” he added, taking a step back and appreciating my bikini-clad, near-nekkidness as innocently as he could.

“You're all grown up now,” he admonished. “You are a young lady and you need to act like one in front of your mother. This ain’t California, and you can’t be parading around like a Jezebel who never got a proper upbringing. Now, you just take yourself upstairs and put some clothes on, you hear me? Go on, now. Git.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I responded politely, just as I had every day since he spanked my ass in the kitchen. Kissing him lightly on the cheek, I walked towards the staircase, hoping he was watching my ass, but knowing he probably wasn’t. Walker wasn’t a man to make a public spectacle of himself.

I had just gotten into my room and was taking off my bikini when I heard the steady thump of his boots coming up the stairs. Grabbing a towel, I waited for him behind my door until I heard him walking down the hall.

Once I did, I peeked out and made sure he was alone. He was, and I dropped the towel and rushed into his arms, kissing him hard. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed myself against him and lifted a leg, hooking it around him.

I was buck naked in the hall, daring him to lower me to the rug and fuck my brains out right there on the floor.

“Whoa, girl! Keep it down,” he whispered after the kiss. “We don’t want your Mama hearing us.” Lifting me with one arm, he carried me into the bathroom, locking the door behind us.

“Oh, but I wanted you to pin me on my back and fuck me proper,” I pouted. “It’s not big enough in here for you to lie me down.” I was already opening his jeans, trying to get his cock out.

“You are an impossible little slut, Dani. We haven’t seen each other in months. Can’t you wait… oh, holy hell.”

By the time he got done scolding me, I was on my knees, inhaling his cock. He was barely half hard by the time I fished him out of his pants, and I sucked him into my wide-open mouth, inhaling a whole breath of air along with his quickly lengthening cock. Closing my mouth, I sucked hard, pulling back and then sliding farther and farther over it until he slid right down my throat.

The more I sucked on him, the harder he got. I could feel his ass flexing under my hands as I drew him towards me. I was drooling saliva down my chin and every time I paused to get a breath, strings of it stretched between the tip of his cock and the wet gloss on my lips.

“I love these messy blow jobs, Dani.” He grunted. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna blow my cum all over your face.”

I was hunched down, on my knees, with my hands wrapped around his ass and his cock buried down my throat. His butt clenched, and his cock felt like it was throbbing over my tongue. He was close to blowing his load in my mouth, so I pulled off his cock, squeezing it hard until his urge to cum faded in my grip.

“Not this time,” I choked, wiping the spit from my lips, “I need you to fuck me first. I’ve waited way too long for you to pop your nut anywhere but inside me.”

Seeing me like that must have gotten to him because Walker grunted, grimacing like a madman as he lifted me right up and pushed me over the sink counter. He grabbed me roughly by my hair and reached between us, guiding that wet monster straight into my pussy.

He was like a bull in rut, and he came at me, mounting me so hard that when his thick knob found my hole it fuckin’ hurt as it forced me open.

“Unh! Fuck, that's it, Daddy,” I said through the pain, wincing as that hot sting burned in my cunt. I was trying to provoke him, daring him to lose control and punish me for being such a slut.

“C’mon now, fuck me like you own me! I’ve been needin’ your cock all day!”

Walker reacted just as I hoped, by slamming his hand down on my ass hard enough to make me yelp!

“I’ve told you not to call me that when we’re doing this, you little tramp!”

I wanted to make him angry, needing him to take it out on me by not holding back. A quick breath later, he slammed his hand down on my ass hard enough to make me squeal!

“Unh! Yes, Daddy!” I winced, risking more of it just to show him he didn’t win.

I could see Walker’s reaction in the mirror and knew that he was fucking hot! But he was too far gone to stop, and kept on burying his dick into my cunt, determined more than ever to show me who was boss.

Grabbing me by the hair, he pulled my head back, fucking me like a bull against the cold marble of the sink. All I could do was hang on, my back arched as far as I could go and my legs spread wide as his cock pistoned in and out of me.

I’d never been fucked in front of a mirror before. Watching my body jerk every time he bottomed out on my ass made my tits bounce. It was hot, but it was Walker I truly wanted to watch.

The muscles in his arms flexed like iron as he held me over that sink. He had a death grip on my body, rag-dolling me as he gave me his cock as hard as he could. He knew I liked it rough, and he wasn’t holding nothin’ back. All I could do was hang on and take every inch of meat he fed me

But Goddamn, the look on his face, and that feral intensity of need in his eyes, made me want to whimper, and the way his hip flexed when he drove that spike into me made my blood boil.

I started pushing back on him, slamming into his hips every time he was ready to thrust back in. My orgasm began coiling in my stomach like a snake, and I hoped I could cum before he filled me up with his load.

Walker always knew when I was about to cum, and he reached down between my thighs, rubbing my clit hard as he fucked me. His calloused fingers were rough, and he was never the kind of man to be gentle anyway. If I hadn’t been so wet, I’m sure I would’ve been rubbed raw. As I was, that hot friction was exactly what I needed.

Just as his cock paused deep inside me, I fucking exploded all over it. My orgasm hit me, washing over me like the tide. It felt like I was on fire, and my mouth went slack as a deep moan gathered in my gut.

Walker smothered my mouth with that big mitt of his, silencing me so my moans wouldn’t travel down the hall as he dumped blast after blast of his hot spunk into my belly.

I froze like that for several seconds while Walker thrust hard, jerking back and forth as he emptied his balls. My legs were quivering, and my heart was beating like a hammer when I realized I was covered in sweat.

When Walker let me go and stepped back, I couldn’t resist checking out his cock. It hung down like a thick rope with a knot at the end, still semi-hard and glistening wet with my juices. I longed to bend down and suck it clean, but Walker stopped me before I could.

“Quick now,” he told me. “Hop in the shower and wash yourself. I’m gonna go to the other bathroom and clean up. And don’t be long. Your Mama is gonna have dinner on the table soon.”

Walker gathered his clothes and headed out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I sat on the toilet for a spell, catching my breath and laughing at the absurdity of it all while enjoying the afterglow of being taken by a real man.

oo0oo

I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon frying downstairs. I knew Mama was up, so I threw on a white tank top and an old pair of jeans before heading down the stairs.

“Good morning, Mama,”

“Well, good morning, sleepy head,” Mama welcomed as I kissed her on the cheek.

“Your father is already gone, but I still have hot coffee on the stove. Sit down and let me get you a plate. You’re so skinny, a man would think you never got fed.”

“Oh, posh, Mama. I like being trim.”

“Trim? Is that what you call it? Honey, you are so tiny, no man is ever gonna believe you can do a woman’s chores around the house.”

My eyes got wide at that, and I almost choked on my eggs. “Mama! You sound like granny…”

But the humor in Mama's eyes quickly led to her laughing out loud. “I sound like your granny? You don’t have to tell me that. I got that same lecture when she decided I was old enough to get married. Even...