Kitten Puss A Father and Step-Daughter Story

A girl likes kinky sex with her boyfriend and when she
stumbles on her dad masturbating in his bedroom, she
turns her sexual kinkiness toward him.

I have always been daddy’s girl in every respect.
Always made honor roll at school and never got into any
serious trouble. My father has always been my hero and I
wanted him to be proud of my achievements. So on my 17th
birthday I was absolutely giddy when I came home to a
surprise party and a brand new convertible with a giant
ribbon on its hood. It was the second happiest day of my
life.

I danced and drank into the night and felt free and
relaxed. The end of my high school career was in sight
and the freedom of college was just around the corner.
My father beamed with pride and proposed several toasts
“to Susan, my beautiful girl.” He was getting a
little maudlin after four or five scotches and I was a
little relieved when he finally said his goodbyes and
called it a night.

My friends and I continued to party late into the night.
And when I party, I drink. And when I drink, I get a
little horny. Well actually not a little horny, but A
LOT horny. What better way to finish off the perfect day
than with good sex.

I looked through the crowd gave my boyfriend Ted our
usual nod and knowing wink. He smiled and led me back
into the house and silently crept up the stairs to my
room as we had a hundred times before.

I could already feel my juices leaking between my thighs
as we entered my darkened bed room. I have a very strong
libido and have always been consumed by exploring ways
to heighten erotism. I consider myself to be an
educated, modern women who believes that sex (especially
kinky sex) is natural and healthy. So when Ted
introduced me to wonders of sexual role play I embraced
it with zeal.

“Are we going to tape tonight?” Ted asked huskily as he
lowered me back into my bed.

“Only if you can think of a really hot story line.
Otherwise I’m way too horny to waste time being silly.”
I smiled into the darkness. Ted and I started
videotaping our love making when we first met. At first
it was just an exhibitionist thing. But when we
experimented with role play we found videotaping to be
incredibly hot.

Over the past eighteen months we have developed
elaborate scenarios, intricate plots and bizarre
characters. We now have over one hundred sessions
detailing our own privately depraved XXX soap opera.

Ted turned on the small night light by my bed. In the
soft light he reached over and adjusted the video
camera.

“OK I’ve been thinking about a good one. Remember that
speeding ticket you got a few months back? Let’s play
that you are the beautiful drunk nymphomaniac coed and
you’re desperately enticing the strong duty bound cop
out arresting you for DUI?”

“Too routine…” I sighed and started to diddle myself
out of boredom. “How about…” I smiled picking up the
pace of my masturbation. ..”.I’m the innocent coed and
you force me into wickedly depraved acts.”

Ted smiled back and switched on the camera. The little
red light on the video camera came on signaling the
beginning of our play.

“Young lady, I noticed you were weaving a bit. Have you
been drinking tonight?” he said in his best local
sheriff drawl.

“Yes sir. But I’m not drunk, honest. Please let me
go…” I pleaded earnestly.

“Ma’am, step out of the car and walk a straight line.” I
try to comply and sway slightly as I walk the imaginary
line. “Now close your eyes, tilt your head back and
stretch your arms out to your sides.”

I stood there motionless for several long seconds,
waiting in anticipation with my eyes closed. My eyes
opened when I felt his strong hands push me to my knees.
I blinked and tilted my head in exaggerated confusion.
Slowly he unbuckled his pants as my gaze found his
crotch.

“Keep your eyes closed and stay on your knees,” he
commanded as he withdrew his growing manhood.

“Oh god no oh please don’t do this…” I started to sob
convincingly. “Please god help me don’t do this, don’t
rape me oh god…” My protests became a desperate panic
as he tried to force his hard cock into my mouth. “No
please don’t… don’t do this!” I turned my face away
from his assaulting member. After several minutes of
unsuccessful struggle he became highly frustrated.

Ted reached under the bed and retrieved a pair of
handcuffs from our secret box of props. He spun me
around and handcuffed me. With a strong grasp around my
waist he bent me over the bed and spread my legs wide
with his feet. He roughly stuck his face under my raised
ass and began tongue fucking my swollen pussy from
behind.

“Please god no… no!” I cried out over and over for
several minutes as he continued lapping my slit. Then
slowly my cries settled into sobs. Then I grew silent
and focused on the feeling of the tongue lapping into my
slit. Then very softly, I began to moan.

“Look! you’re startin’ to like it you little slut. I
taste your juices.” he said huskily between laps my
moans grew a little louder. When he sucked my clit into
his mouth I gasped a barely audible “oOOooOo.” His
tongue darted on my clit and I could feel an orgasm
building. I started to rock my hips ever so slightly.
Then he suddenly stopped.

He pulled me back onto my knees and stared down into my
eyes. He was breathing heavily and I could see that his
face was glazed with my juices. He grabbed my hair and
pulled my head back forcing me to look up at him. His
cock stood erect close to my cheek.

“This is the situation young lady.” He continued to pull
tightly on my hair. “I can tell you fancy me a bit. I’m
not a selfish man and we can both have a really hot time
here if you just stop with you with your silly fussin’.
If you want me to continue lickin that lovely little
juice box of yours, I want you to show me that you want
it. Now what’s it gonna be?”

For a long minute he held my gaze as he stared down at
me in silent expectation. His big cock ever present near
the side of my face. Hesitantly, without breaking my
lock with his eyes, I opened my mouth and sucked his
cock deep into my mouth. His hips began to buck in
rhythm with my head movements.

“That’s a good little girl. You like suckin’ cock? You
want me to cum in your mouth?”

I moaned a little and picked up my pace.

“Answer me or I won’t lick you down there again.”

“Yes” I said and immediately went back to work on his
cock.

“Yes what? Tell me what you want.” he forced me to look
up at him by pulling back hard on my hair.

“I want it. I want you to lick my pussy until I come. I
want you to come in my mouth and I want to force me to
swallow every last drop. Then I want you to fuck me. I
want you to fuck me hard from behind over and over again
until your cum runs down my legs.”

We went through every one of those delicious actions.
After I was done sucking Ted’s cock he fucked me so long
that I could feel the skin on my legs actually start to
tighten as the coating of cum began to dry. All the
while the video camera captured our lust.

***

I awoke the next morning a very satisfied and a little
sore. A smile crept across my face as I replayed the
nights activities in my mind’s eye. Ted left many hours
ago but I could still smell his sex in the room. I love
that smell.

I got out of bed and took the video cassette out of the
camera. I began to write the details of this particular
session on the outside of the box so I can add it to my
collection: DOMINATE COP/YOUNG GIRL includes forced slut
seduction, handcuffs, oral, cum shots, doggy style.

Deep in my walk-in closet I located the large chest
where I keep my secret tapes. I removed the stacks of
boxes I use to conceal my hiding place and surveyed the
hundred or so tapes. I placed it in there amongst all
those special intimate recordings of my deepest
fantasies. As I stared at all the descriptions I smiled
to myself. I have it all: good girl by day and unabashed
psycho slut by night.

I closed the lid, dawned my a clean white cotton robe
and headed down to the kitchen to make my daddy a
gourmet breakfast fit for a king. I love nurturing
daddy. Ever since my bitch mom divorced him and ran away
with her therapist three years ago, I’ve relished taking
on the role of lady of the manor. He’s my hero after all
and I want to show him how much he means to me.

I doubt if dad will ever marry again. Hell, he has a
hard enough time just getting a date. It’s not that he’s
unattractive. Quite the opposite, he has everything most
women desire. He’s wealthy, clean cut professional,
considerate and strong. I think the slight graying at
his temples really makes him look distinguished and
worldly. But, he’s a workaholic and seems to be too set
in his ways to start any serious romantic endeavors.

Coffee, juice, toast, fresh fruit pouched eggs all laid
out and awaiting my hero. “Daddy breakfast is ready!” I
called out down the hallway.

“Morning kitten puss.” He pulled up to the table and
began to read the business section of the newspaper.
Same morning routine as it’s been since I can remember.
I love that about him, so stable and always there for
me.

“Thanks so much for the car and the party daddy. It was
the best day of my life.”

“Sweetheart, you mean the world to me and I love to make
you happy. Just don’t get any speeding tickets and
you’ll make me even more proud.”

“I promise daddy. Can I take the car to visit Julia for
the weekend?”

“Sure kitten puss. It’s your car but be careful. And if
you’re going to spend the weekend at her college I want
you to promise me that you won’t drink and drive.”

“I promise daddy.” I was so happy. I had made plans to
visit my best friend Julia at her college for the
weekend. She is going to flip when she sees my new
wheels. Next year I’ll be attending the same college and
I love to visit and scout all the cute boys.

“Daddy, do you have any plans for the weekend?”

“I think I’ll play a little golf on Sunday,” he answered
absent mindedly from over his paper. I worry about him
and what his life will be like without me in the house.

The rest of the day I spent preparing for my weekend
adventure at college. As usual, I over packed bringing
every sexy outfit and pair of high heels I thought I
might need to grab the attention of cute college boys.
It was so exciting to think that this weekend will be a
taste of my life for the next four years. I wanted
everything perfect.

Late in the afternoon I set out for on three hour drive
to see Julia. I was so excited that I had already driven
an hour before I realized I forgot my purse and cell
phone back at the house. “Shit! Shit, shit!” I turned
the car around and started to retrace my route.

It was already dark by the time I returned home. I went
around to the side entrance door and was relieved to
find it unlocked. Straight up the back stairs I jogged
when sounds from the hallway caught my attention. I
stopped my ascent up the stair spiral case and made a
bee line for hallway. “Daddy?” I called out.

I walked down the hallway to find an open door to the
master bedroom and walked directly to the entrance. What
I saw froze me in my tracks. My daddy was naked on his
bed. His head was turned towards the television and was
oblivious to my presence. As my mind digested the
situation I realized that he was masturbating. His hand
was frantically pulling at his cock and he was gyrating
his hips.

Then I heard my own voice speak out. I realized the
source of my voice was coming from the television in the
room. Everything was in slow motion as if moving in
liquid. I stared at the television that my father was
watching and saw myself naked with Ted’s cock in my
mouth. “I want you to cum in my mouth…” I heard myself
say.

It was the video I made last night. My eyes went back to
my father naked on the bed.

“Yes my beautiful slut angel. You want to suck daddy’s
dick,” he spoke to the television, his hand rhythmically
pulling at his hard cock.

My eyes went back to the television and I saw myself
deep throat Ted’s cock. All the strength left my legs
and I slowly buckled onto the floor. “That’s my little
cum slut. Suck cock and daddy will give you a warm wet
gooey surprise…” my father spoke to my image on the
television.

I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I was
paralyzed for several minutes. My father’s monologue
continued, “You’re beautiful and you’re daddy’s little
whore… you want daddy’s big cock jammed in your tight
little cunt don’t you….” I could hear his hand
slapping away at his cock. I could hear myself moan on
the television and I could hear Ted’s balls slapping
into my ass as he fucked me.

I was almost comatose with horror. I sat there leaning
against the wall hypnotized by the horror. I slowly
crawled out of the room. I didn’t regain my feet until I
was at my car. I just wanted to get away, far away. I
started the car and drove away into the night.

I was mortified. Tears ran down my cheeks as I drove and
it felt like I had a tennis ball sized lump in my
throat. How could he invade my privacy like this? Why
would he go through my belongings? How could I ever look
him in the eyes again? I will never again be Daddy’s
little girl.

The image of my father masturbating popped back into my
mind and I had to pull to the side of the road for fear
of crashing. There I sat reliving the entire scene in my
head. “You’re beautiful and you’re daddy’s little
whore… you want daddy’s big cock jammed in your tight
little cunt don’t you…” he said through grit teeth.

Slap! Slap! slap! His hand pistoned into a blur over his
rigid cock. It was so sick. But god help me, I was
soaking wet.

I sat there by the side of the road and replayed the
scenario but with a different ending. This time I
imagined that I undressed and walked into that bedroom
as my Daddy was jerking off to my videotape.

This time I quickly climbed on top of him and jammed his
hard cock into my cunt. He would probably struggle a
little out of shock and surprise but I would hold him
tightly and hump down into his cock until he gave in.

I drifted out of the fantasy to see my legs bent up onto
the dashboard of the car. My hands were under my skirt
with two fingers rubbing my clit. As my orgasm
approached I imagined my father looking down into my
eyes as he fucked me. “Yes Daddy! Yesss Daddy fuck me
Daddy!” I screamed into the car as my finger tugged at
my clit.

I had masturbated myself to three orgasms after I
allowed myself to be excited by the prospect of having
sex with my Daddy. Sitting in that car I worked my pussy
into a wet lather. All the time I kept my mind fixed on
the image of my father fucking me.

All my conflicting emotions did an instantaneous flip
flop. The depravity of the situation fueled the fires of
my lust into an explosion. I now knew that nothing could
stop me from tasting Daddy’s cum.

I drove back onto the road and started to plot the
ramifications of my destiny. Would this act ruin our
relationship? How would I even manage to become his
lover? Simply because Daddy was masturbating to a
fantasy doesn’t mean that he would ever actually pursue
it in real life.

I would need a plan that would allow me to both embolden
his lust as well as assure him that he would be doing me
no harm. Further, I wanted to be a true lover to my
father. Perhaps it’s even possible that this act could
bring us closer than we have ever been before. Lust and
love mixed into one, and I began to form a plan. I
turned the car back home once again.

***

After a half an hour of driving I made several phones
calls. I called Julia to tell her I couldn’t come up
this weekend. I called Daddy to tell him I changed my
mind about visiting Julia and that I was returning home.
And I called Ted to tell him to be available for a role
play session tonight. As I realized that the pieces of
my plan would lead to my Daddy’s cock, I began to diddle
myself to yet another orgasm.

Finally I pulled into the driveway for the second time
tonight. I turned the car off and sat there staring at
the front door. I ran through each step of my plan in my
mind:

Videotape a special session with Ted that features a
Daddy/daughter story line. Ted doesn’t need to know what
this is all about. I’ll simply tell him it’s just
another of my twisted fantasies. At the end of the tape
I will tape a monologue to my Daddy. I will tell him
that I know he wants to make love to me and that I want
this too.

I will try to assuage any fears but let him know that
this must happen. For if it doesn’t, I will be unable to
live in that house knowing that he wants me sexually.
Then I’ll leave the tape in the same hiding place where
he retrieved my last tape.

I walked into the house making a concentrated effort to
act normal.

“Hiya Daddy,” I yelled down the hall.

“Hiya Kitten Puss,” came back from the same room where
my father was yanking his cock earlier. It was soooo
delicious to secretly know the lust in my Daddy’s heart.
“Act normal,” I repeated the mantra to myself as I
walked down the hall and into his room to greet him.

I stopped just inside his door. There he was lying on
top of his bed, in his robe, nonchalantly reading a
book. A tall glass of scotch was on the night stand and
a lit cigarette was in the ash tray. My Daddy relaxing
after his imaginary fuck session with his precious
little girl.

To know that my daddy wants to cum in my mouth and treat
me like a slut. My knees got a little weak and a warm
tingle flared in my pussy. God this was soooo delicious.

He looked at me from over his reading glasses. “You ok
Kitten Puss?” I ran over and playfully hopped into bed
with him.

“Hiya Daddy,” I said, snuggling up to him.

“What’s the matter baby? Why didn’t you go to Julia’s?”

“I’m just a little tired after my birthday party. I made
plans to visit her next week.” I was hyper aware of the
sound of my own voice and my heart pounding as I lay
against his side. It’s a good thing I didn’t have a buzz
or I would have raped him right then and there. My
juices were flowing and my pussy felt as if it was
vibrating.

I lay still next to him for several minutes feigning
innocent relaxation. And Daddy went back to his book
pretending to read. I was struck with the urge to do a
little teasing. I climbed across his chest and reached
out to his night stand for the glass of scotch. I took a
long drink and was aware of my breasts pressing against
his chest. Then I slowly replaced the glass and daintily
pulled a cigarette out of his pack.

“What’s got into you?” he chuckled.

“I just feel like indulging a little bit tonight Daddy.”

“I don’t approve of you smoking and I if you want to
drink I don’t want you driving anywhere.”

“I won’t Daddy,” I responded. My voice was slightly
husky and I thought I caught a glimmer of knowing in my
father’s eyes. I defiantly lit my cigarette and slowly
retreated from the room. I could almost feel his gaze on
my ass. Had I gone too far?

I had two drinks in me when Ted finally showed up. I
needed the buzz to make me brave for the life-altering
plot I was about to hatch. I explained every elaborate
detail of the session I wanted to tape tonight. ..”.Oh
yeah I almost forgot. Be sure to call me Kitten Puss,” I
added. Ted tilted his head like the RCA dog and stared
at me.

“What the hell is with up with this?” he asked. I stared
back at him and crossed my arms showing my resolve. “OK
OK whatever turns you on. If I didn’t know any better
I’d call you a sex freak,” he giggled.

He flipped on the camera as I position myself on the
center of the bed. I was dressed in a red silk teddy,
garter belt, and high heels. Ted climbed in bed next to
me. He put on a pair of reading glasses, took a sip from
a glass of scotch from beside the bed, and read a book.
I snuggled up next to him and we remained like that for
several minutes.

I became very aware of the camera. I knew my Daddy would
be watching this tape. My Daddy would be pulling at his
cock as he watched his little girl act like a slut. He
would surely know that I was reenacting the way I had
laid next to him in his bed. I felt radioactive with
lust. My Daddy would soon know that I wanted to be his
lover. My Daddy was watching me and that camera was his
eyes.

I leaned over Ted’s chest and reached for the glass of
scotch just as I had with my real Daddy.

“What’s got into you?” he asked.

“I just feel like indulging a little tonight Daddy.”

“Does my precious girl want Daddy to fuck her?”

“Yes Daddy.” My hand went down into Ted’s robe and
slowly stroked his cock. Ted rolled me over onto my back
and slid his cock into my mouth. Back and forth my eyes
alternated between Ted’s gaze and the camera. I slid two
fingers into my pussy and adjusted my position so the
camera could get a view.

“That’s Daddy’s baby girl. Suck my cock. Suck Daddy’s
cock and he’ll give a special treat right in your
mouth.” My pussy was making a loud sloshing sound as I
started stabbing my fingers faster into my wet cunt. Ted
had a handful of my hair and was pulling my head into
his cock. “Isn’t it fun to play grown up Kitten Puss?”

After several minutes of this action I removed my mouth
from Ted’s cock and slowly turned my head towards the
camera. I continued to finger fuck myself and started
slowly stroking Ted’s cock. With a low voice I spoke
directly into the camera: “Daddy I want it too.” With
that Ted came on my face. Without blinking I kept
staring into that camera as gooey cum shot all over my
face. “I want it too…” I repeated.

I flipped off the camera and gave Ted a long kiss.
“Thanks. I’ll call ya tomorrow.”

“That’s it? Just wam bam, thanks?”

“I just wanted a quickie and now I want to get some
sleep. I’ll make it up to ya I promise.” I gave an
apologetic smile and pout. “You sex freak” he giggled
and gave me a peck on the cheek. He gathered up his
close and made his way out.

There was a lot of work ahead of me. I had another
scotch and smoked a cigarette as I contemplated my next
step. I cleaned up and reapplied my makeup. With a
little trepidation I flipped the camera back on and
began the hardest part of my plan. I spoke directly into
the camera:

“Daddy? I know you are watching this. I know that you
found my private tapes. Daddy, I saw you masturbating
while watching my tape. I heard you call me your little
slut. Daddy, I want to be your lover very very much. I
have given this a lot of thought. I want you to know
that could be something beautiful that we can share. I
want you to know that this could bring us closer
together and that we can still continue to have our
great father and daughter relationship.

But Daddy, if you don’t take me, if we don’t follow
through with this, I will not be able to stay in this
house. I will not be able to remain your little girl
with this… this unfulfilled sexual tension between us.
It would make me miserable to live like that. We can
make this a wonderful experience. Please take me Daddy.

As you watch this I will be waiting for you. I lied
about going to Julia’s. Daddy, I’m right up the stairs
and very horny. I waiting for you in the guest bedroom.”

I flipped the camera back off and retrieved the
cassette. On the box I wrote “OUR BEAUTIFUL SECRET” I
walked it back into my closet and placed it on top of
all my other tapes.

***

The week crept by. I kept busy avoiding all but the most
casual conversations with Daddy. It seemed like it took
forever for Friday to arrive. Several times I questioned
my decision to follow through with this. There was so
much at risk. Would I ruin our relationship? Would I
hurt my daddy? The memory of my father masturbating to
my tape answered my questions.

After all, I probably inherited this wonderfully warped
libido from him!