**Heyyyyy folks,**
This is Part One of another two-parter. Gotta have a Daddy story every once in a while. I don’t write incest stuff, but I do write femme fatale! Here she be.
Hope you like it!
***xo, Claire***
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I hadn’t planned to hide in the closet.
It was yesterday afternoon. I was in his bedroom looking for shit I could steal—art, luxury jewelry, maybe even gold from a safe. He walked in when I had just found a case of watches on his dresser. They were easily worth a hundred thousand dollars each.
The walk-in closet was the closest place to hide. I snuck myself behind the double doors and left them open just a crack. I wanted to be on the lookout in case I needed to dive behind his rack of suits. I never thought I’d see him strip naked and slide into his king-sized bed with a laptop.
At first, watching him masturbate was surreal. He couldn’t suck his own dick or anything. It was actually the opposite. He sat upright against his antique headboard and stroked himself under the sheets. I assumed he was watching porn because he put in wireless earbuds. It all looked so ordinary, like something I would do. I grew up poor. I had always imagined rich dudes having crazy sex with beautiful people, not quiet sex with themselves.
The surrealness wore off when he sighed and increased his pace. That’s when it got hot. The silk sheets moved while he indulgently stroked himself. I wondered what was on the screen. Maybe he liked the professional videos of step mommies and stepdaughters. Maybe he liked intimate lesbian porn. Maybe he liked amateur stuff. Even though his house was full of renaissance tableaus, maybe he liked hentai.
I probably could have snuck out of his room at that point, but I was already wet. My clit tensed harder with excitement the longer I watched him jerk off. I played with my nipples while he got lost in his fantasy. His body relaxed like he wouldn’t care if he was discovered, and that shot heat right through me. It was 3 pm, and the house was full of girls—excuse me, *young women.*
I got into this place because I spent weeks wiggling into his daughter’s life. She was an easy mark—friendly, naive, and always at least a little tipsy. I pretended to be a young, chic art dealer who took the same spin class as her. After a few brunches and parties with fake billionaires (literally my partners in crime), she invited me up to Daddy’s biggest mansion for a weekend of drinking and gossiping. I gave her a bag of coke when we got here.
Daddy looks pretty good for his age. He’s fit and has that touch of gray in his hair, which is why I opened the closet doors. The sheets stilled when I stepped into the bedroom. He didn’t scold me or cower. He just stared at me with his hand still on his dick. My heart pumped with arousal, and I saw an opportunity. Before he could start asking questions, I slipped off my dress. I kicked off my heels while I unhooked my bra, and soon it was on the floor with my panties. He stroked himself while I walked toward him—young, and naked, and eager to keep a secret.
He closed his laptop while I crawled up the bed. He tossed it to the side as I slid down the sheets, and then his dick sprung up to greet me. I wanted to suck it. I wanted to feel his thick veins on my tongue. But instead, I removed his earbuds.
I let them fall wherever. He breathed, “You’re Annie’s friend.”
I straddled him and picked up his dick. “Yeah.”
We gasped when I slid him inside me. I took his face in my hands and kissed him with a wide, hungry mouth. Every part of my body whined with desperation. I was overwhelmed with opposites. His skin was soft, but his dick was hard. His mouth was wet, but his cheeks were dry with heat. I had him, but I wanted so much more of him.
I didn’t even wait for a build-up. I whined into his ear, “*Daddy*.”
He groaned into my neck, and then he gently held me while I grinded against him. I whimpered to him like he was my curse and my cure. I whined to him when I wasn’t kissing him. *Fuck*, he felt hot to the touch, and I felt hot, and I wanted to feel hotter. I grabbed the top of the headboard to leverage my hips. Then I mindlessly rode him—up, and down, and around, and every other way my hips felt like moving. I don’t know if I went fast or slow. I just remember the tight, urgent feel of him, and I remember how he first made me come.
He had whispered, “Baby, be quiet.”
That made my body lock in a fit of tremors. My arms fell from the headboard, and I weakly rode him while I leaned against him. I rubbed my breasts and clit against his steaming body. My body was a trigger wire. When he caressed my back, I came. When he whispered sweet things to me, I came. Whenever I had the strength to kiss him, I came with desperate whines and trembling. I came so much that I didn’t know when I wasn’t coming.
With my last speck of energy, I whimpered, “Daddy, come inside me.”
He gripped me tightly, and as soon as he let it all free, my body convulsed so hard that my mind went blank.
We embraced each other while we caught our breath. As I came to, he stroked my hair and whispered, “That was a nice surprise.” I sighed and snuggled in his neck.
Daddy had no idea what was coming for him.
***To be continued…***
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**Thanks for reading!**
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**A quick announcement for ~ the followers ~**
I might not have a new post for a few weeks. I’m going to write a submission for the next volume of [Best Women’s Erotica of the Year](https://www.amazon.com/Rachel-Kramer-Bussel/e/B001JRV6WO). I have to submit the story for consideration by May 1st. After I’ve finished, I’ll get right back to Flash Erotica.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fy1xhk/i_came_to_steal_from_him_i_fucked_him_too_part_1
Hm. Since this is a dangerous chick, I imagine his next surprise won’t be as pleasant as the first, right?
Very smooth reading. :)
This is written so well. I cannot remember a more fine piece of writing. I’m hoping we’d get the next part before you start your writing for the submission :)