Daddy's Naughty Princess - S01 E01

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Daddy's Naughty Princess - S01 E01

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Chapter 1

In the back of my mind was enjoying the feel of the air on my bare ass, but I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a hand run over it. I jolted upright and spun around to find my stepfather smiling at me. The fridge door closed behind me and it was only the glow of the moon that let us see each other.

"Don't mind me," he grinned, "I was just enjoying the view. Go ahead and look for your drink. You might find it hidden under the lettuce in the crisper, way down at the bottom."

My heart was still doing back-flips from the shock of hirn walking in on me, but even so I could feel the excitement welling up as well. Then I remembered something.

"What if mom comes out here?"

"She won't. Even if she does I'll know because she'll stop snoring."

"But,"

"Shhh!" he put a finger to my lips. "That soda isn't going to find itself. I thought you were thirsty?"

I pushed my fear down and tried to focus on the thrill. I had no idea what he wanted to do. Maybe he just wanted to watch? But what if he decided he wanted to fk me and slid his ck in while I was bent over?

He must have noticed the fear on my face because he sighed and said, "I'm sorry, I'll go back to bed and not bother you."

I knew right away what I wanted and I grabbed his arm to keep him from turning away. I pouted and in my best little girl voice I said, "But what if I can't find it, I might need some help."

He smiled and backed away, but kept watching me. I opened the fridge door and muttered, "My, my, I wonder where that soda could have gone. I bet it's all the way on the bottom shelf."

Though he had told me where it was wasn't going to check there first, I wanted to see what was going to happen.

Slowly bent over, letting my shirt ride up over my ass. I pretended to search the fridge, knowing he had a perfect view of my ass and dripping p***y. Well, as perfect as he could have in the moonlight.

I felt him move closer and put his hand on my p***y, sort of cupping it. "God, you're so hot." he whispered. I kept my face in the fridge and maintained my position. He fingered my wet lips for a moment and then I felt him slide a finger into my cunt and I gasped.

"So f*****g tight too, are you a virgin?"

"Yes," breathed. My heart was in my throat. I kept thinking that if my mother came in now she would kill us both, but if he stopped fingering my p***y I would die..

"You have a dildo, though?

"Yes. A small one."

"Still, good practice. You have a beautiful p***y. I've been thinking about it all day." he said, wiggling his finger inside me, then removing it and running his fingers lightly over the lips.

"My back is starting to hurt," I heard myself say. I hadn't even realized it until I said it. I had stood bent over for too long with no support. I suddenly became aware of my breasts hanging free and slightly swaying with my movement.

"Just another minute. I don't have time to f**k you tonight but want a preview of what I get to have tomorrow."

Before I could even wonder what he meant felt him kneel behind me. He placed each hand on the outside of my thighs and rotated outward slightly to get better access to my soaking cunt.

"Keep looking for the soda," he ordered, "and don't make a sound. I need to listen for your mother."

Suddenly I felt his tongue lap the juices that were flowing from my p***y. How was I supposed to not make a sound?

I bit my lip as the thrill of his hot wet tongue on my equally hot and wet p***y stole my breath and sent shock waves through my body.

He paused just long enough to say, "Keep looking,

I busied myself in the fridge and tried desperately to pretend I didn't have my mom's husband sucking on my wet cunt in the kitchen while she slept only two rooms away.

He ran his tongue in circles, first licking my juices from the outside, and then dipping it into my tight little cunt and back again. He teased my clit, then went right back to my cunt, and even sucked the lips in his mouth one at a time.

I tried to pretend I didn't notice but I couldn't. Before long his expert tongue brought me to the edge. I grabbed the refrigerator bit my tongue to keep from crying out as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me.

I knew my juices were flowing all over his face and he valiantly tried to lap them up. I simply stood there, grasping the fridge and panting.

He gave me one good long last lick and helped me right myself again.

"f*****g delicious," he pulled me to him and kissed me hard and I could taste myself on him. As he pulled away he grabbed my nightshirt and pulled it over my head. "And beautiful," he added.

My hands went to cover myself as I turned toward the kitchen door, fearing being caught. Then I realized even as I felt him pull my hands away from myself that I could still hear my mother's snores. I stood naked, my hands at my sides, nothing to see by but the moonlight as the refrigerator had managed to shut itself sometime during our embrace. He ran his hands over my body, then turned me around and slapped me on the ass.

"Now, think it's time you go off to bed, young lady. You're going to be very busy tomorrow."

Vignette woke up with a gasp and found that she had been clutching her sheets so tight that they had been all crumpled up. As she let go off the grip on her sheets and watched the alarm clock kept on her bedside table she found that it was only two at night. She groaned and then dropped back on her pillows as she heard a squelching noise from beneath her. She could not understand what was happening and then she slid her hands down the covers and found that her panties were soaking wet.

This was weird. Something like this had never happened before and she was only seventeen. She knew that stuff happened to boys and that was called nightfall since they had wet dreams and could not control it but did that happen to girls as well? She had no idea at all. She needed to ask someone but she could not ask her mother and neither could she talk to her about the dream she had about her father.

It was so f***g real. Holy heavens in the name of God!!! She was having wet dreams about her father, the one who always called her Princess and treated her like one. What the hell was wrong with her? She was becoming a f***g pervert and she knew it. What would Daddy think if he heard something like this? He would be devastated at the mere thought of it and Vignette could see the expression on his face now itself.

Oh God!! How could she have dreams like this!!!

She had no f*****g idea what she was supposed to do and she could search the computer at the moment but the light would go out of the room and wake them up in the opposite room. Her parents were the best couple that she had ever seen. Her mother was perfect, loving and caring, affectionate as well and her Daddy. Well he was not technically her daddy but she had been seeing him as her father since she was three years old. She had no memory of her biological father and there were no pictures of him in this house either. But who needed him when she already had a father who loved her and cared for her like his own child.

But she had to see if this thing was correct or not and she had to understand if she was undergoing any sickness at all. If she did then she needed to get help but she was doubtful that one dream would count as that bad.

She got down from the bed and picked the laptop from the table and sat at one corner so that she could face the door from her side and would be able to see if anyone came inside the room at all. Vignette opened the laptop and started searching for daddy daughter love and incest and other things like that. There were so many sites about these thing along with blogs in the first place that she was swamped by the sheer traffic.

Which one was she supposed to check she could not understand so she started with Wiki and read out about incestuous relationship and the laws which banned them in USA and in cultures where incest was accepted and commonly practiced. She was so engrossed in reading that she did not even notice when the door to her room had silently opened. The lights did not come on but the door shut itself with a click and Vignette's head snapped up and the lid of the laptop shut down silently switching off the only source of light in the room.

"Vinni?" came her father's voice.

"Yes Daddy," she replied immediately as she put on the table lamp and found her father standing in her room wearing a pair of boxers. Her throat went absolutely dry at the sight of his dry muscular chest and the abs that remained hidden underneath the clothes that he wore every single day. Such a body should not be hidden underneath any fabric. That would be a sin to the entire woman kind.

"What are you doing up this late at night Vinni?? It's a school night and you are going to have classes early tomorrow...and then again you are working and sitting up with your laptop. You are not chatting with someone on f******k, I hope," said her father as he came and sat on the end of the bed looking at her.

Vignette was wearing her white small tank top which covered her till her mid-riff and her panties which were soaking wet, but thankfully her legs were under covers so Daddy could not understand that much.

"No Daddy, I remember the rules. No social media account until I am eighteen. I get that part. it is just that you know have anxiety dreams if I do forget to do something!!!" said

Vignette in her usual manner which was animated and made her move her hands and roll her eyes at the proper moment making her father smile at her.

"And what is this thing that you did not do which made you have anxiety dreams?" asked Mark, as he smiled at his adopted daughter.

"History project on Egyptian culture Daddy. It had absolutely gone away from my mind due to this new Physics and Chemistry diorama that we had to make, and Mrs. Lyle's face woke me up," said Vignette with truth and honesty in her eyes but she knew what was that she was not saying to her Daddy. She could never say that to him.

"Fine, but finish it quick baby girl and see that you don't wake up your mother," said her father as he rose up from her bed and went out of the room bidding her good night. Vignette groaned at her stupidity and flopped on her pillows.