It’s not easy being a single father. Being a billionaire only made things more complicated.
Better make that “stepfather,” just so you don’t get the wrong idea. I mean, I love Kayla like she’s my own flesh and blood, but that distinction I just made is important for later on, when I’m telling you about how deep I want to sink my cock into her tight little virgin pussy.
You see, Kayla’s mother left us a few years back. We’d only been married a few years when it happened. I never thought to get a pre-nup, even after my lawyer threw a fit. She was so perfect, so wonderful, and I never thought she would take advantage of me…
Instead, she cost me a mansion in the Hamptons and two hundred twenty million dollars, all so she could run off with one of her acting coaches. Maybe the biggest surprise of all was the way she abandoned Kayla. There was no place in her new life for a daughter, and when I saw the way it crushed the girl, I offered to let her stay…
Maybe it was for the best. With my wife gone, I really didn’t think that anybody could ever take her place. Whether it was out of appreciation or understanding, Kayla sure as hell tried, though.
She took over doing the things I’d come to enjoy, making the meals, washing the dog—hell, just about everything. Sure, I could afford to pay people to do those things, but there’s something special about a home cooked meal or a person who loves you waiting when you come back in the door. I’m rich, I’m not heartless…
And Kayla seemed to understand. She was damned and determined to fill the hole her mother had left behind, and I really couldn’t have been prouder. It was hard to believe that she was just eighteen.
It took some time for me to realize just how precious she was to me. She was, after all, the spitting image of her mom. She had the same long, flowing golden locks, the same bright green eyes, the same smooth, creamy skin, and even the same smile. She laughed the same way her mom did, too: a little too loud and a little too long. It was what had attracted me to her in the first place, and soon enough, I found myself attracted to Kayla as well.
I knew it was wrong. Fathers—even stepfathers—should never look at their little girls the way I looked at Kayla. But the more I tried to stop myself and quell my dark, twisted urges, the more enticing she became. All my life I’ve chased the things I couldn’t have. It’s a character flaw that separates the millionaires from the billionaires. We don’t settle for what we have, no matter how opulent. You buy the biggest yacht in the club, the nicest Rolls Royce, the most expensive Rolex.
Of course, Kayla couldn’t be bought…
My mind latched onto the idea of her as forbidden fruit, and soon she’d become my obsession. I dreamed of her often, even during the day, and it always involved her naked, wet, and down on her hands and knees. She would squall for me like a cat in heat, thrusting her tight, ripe ass into the air in nothing but a pair of knee-socks and pigtails. She’d whine and moan, shudder and arch her back, rubbing her wetness all over my jeans as she begged for the throbbing dick inside them.
“Please, Daddy,” she’d beg, opening her legs wide so I could see the pretty pink slit I’d been dying to touch. “Put it in me. Pop your little girl…”
I was so excited I usually came right then and there. But luckily it was a dream, so all I had to do was peel my cum-stained designer jeans off and there it was, hard as a rock again with her tight hole just inches away.
She’d scrabble at the floor, nearly in hysterics just from the sight of it. Then she’d back her ass up against it, rubbing, grinding, desperate to find a way to get it inside her.
“Daddy!” she’d wail. “I need it! Fuck your baby girl!”
Then I’d move inside her, groaning as my tip slipped into the tight, wet ring of her pussy. Her walls would clench, already milking me for more of my cum as I moved through the impossibly tight tunnel of her sweltering cunt.
“More!” she’d cry. “More, Daddy! More!”
I couldn’t very well let my little girl suffer, could I? So I’d push my big fat cock in deeper, harder, probing her depths for the sweet spot I was sure would make her scream in pleasure. It was high time I taught my daughter learned why Mommy married me.
Kayla would yowl like an alley cat, pumping back against me, impatient for more of her Daddy’s rigid dick in her virgin pussy. And when I popped her sweet cherry like a mouthful of chewing gum, she damn near came hard enough to empty my balls.
But I wasn’t done with her. Not yet.
I’d grip her ass, one cheek in each hand, and pull them apart to get in nice and deep. While she squealed and hollered that it was too much, too big, too hard, too good, I’d pummel her mercilessly, slamming into that swollen node of pleasure until her knees gave out. She’d buckle, threaten to collapse, and then finally release in a torrent of lust, washing over my hips, my base, my balls until both of us were soaked in her scalding desire.
And then I would wake up, the sight of my dick filling up my little girl still fresh in my mind as I made a mess inside my imported Egyptian cotton sheets.
It had been a long time since a woman affected me like Kayla did. And no matter how I tried to put her out of my mind, she just kept surging back like a tidal wave of lust threatening to consume me. It was even affecting me at work. The distraction dulled my reactions, and company stock was down six percent for the year. In her own way, Kayla was costing me just as much money as her mother…
I thought maybe the issue was that we spent so much damn time alone together. I’d always lived a private life, and I frequently flew home and stayed shut in with Kayla for the weekend. It was no wonder these inappropriate urges had developed. I decided that going out
more was the solution, which was when she sprung this on me:
“Actually, there’s a yoga class I’ve been wanting to try out.” She batted her long, thick lashes at me and smiled. “It’s a little expensive, but everybody who’s anybody is doing it. Please, Daddy? It’s not just for girls. Guys can totally come, too. I told them who you were and they gave us a membership!”
“I dunno, baby,” I told her, wrinkling my nose. It sounded like the kind of thing you stood in a circle singing Kumbaya after, and I was far from being a hippie. Hollywood always did have a never-ending stream of new diets, fad fitness classes, and silly cleanses and purges. Kayla’s mother had been into that sort of thing, but it wasn’t for me.
But those eyes—those big, doe-like eyes—I could never say no to them.
“Just one class,” I said, trying not to look any lower than her pleading gaze. She was nearly busting out of her tank top. Sometimes I wondered if she tempted me on purpose. I pushed the thought of my mind. Maybe a little yoga would be good for me. I needed to get back into my own headspace. I needed to get moving forward.
“Oh, thank you!” she cried, throwing her arms around me and squeezing tight. She buried her face in my chest, and I could feel her radiant smile warming me up all the way through my shirt.
I clutched her in return, stroking her gorgeous locks. She smelled like raspberry and vanilla, so innocent and pure, and yet all I wanted to do was throw her on my bed and pump into her until she smelled like me.
I pulled away like I’d been scalded, offered her what I was sure was a shaky smile, and then watched her bounce back to her room, her toned, firm ass cheeks jiggling with every step.
Truth be told, I was looking forward to time out with other people. I thought it might remind me of what was appropriate and what wasn’t. But when we got to that yoga class, it became abundantly clear that a little thing like being out in public wasn’t going to stop me from fantasizing about my luscious stepdaughter.
I thought at first that it might… The room was filled with beautiful women, and I recognized at least one actress among them. The person who really grabbed my attention was the sexy little instructor. She was a sight to behold: dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, tits as big as my head, a waist I could practically wrap my hands around, and legs that went on for days. She was muscular in the way a woman should be, lean but still sleek and soft, and when she batted her big brown eyes at me, I thought for sure I’d finally found something to take my mind off of pretty little Kayla.
Sure, she probably knew exactly who I was, which explained the little show she was putting on. So many of the women here were looking for the wealthy prince to sweep them off their feet and change their life. I managed a little smile, and she returned the look with enthusiasm.
“All right, ladies,” she said, hands on her generous hips and throwing a wink my way. “And gentlemen. Get your mats on the floor and let’s get this show on the road!”
Kayla smiled at me over her shoulder. “Thanks for coming with me, Daddy,” she said, then bent down to unroll her mat in the space in front of me.
My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. She was wearing yoga pants, the kind so tight and flimsy you could practically see everything through them, and when she bent over, I could see twin bulges—the lips of her vulva.
My cock stirred in my track pants. My little girl, I realized, wasn’t wearing any underwear!
I tried to ignore it, tearing my eyes away to focus on the floor. I spread my own mat across it, praying with all my might that I could stop myself from staring lustfully at my stepdaughter once again.
But it was no use. Even with all the beautiful women bending and twisting around me, even with the sexy instructor trying to commandeer my attention, I only had eyes for perky Kayla and her juicy ass.
It was like a ripe plum, begging me to take a bite. Every time she had to lean forward, I caught another glimpse of her pussy through her glorified leggings. My balls ached in their sac and I could feel my shaft filling out with every glance I stole. If I didn’t know she was sweating, I would’ve said she was getting mighty wet between those slim thighs of hers.
I tried to look at the instructor instead. She did the moves with us, stretching her body in all sorts of ways and almost constantly flashing her cleavage. Those two creamy mounds were no match for Kayla’s ass, though, and no matter how hard I tried to focus on the woman who was clearly flirting with me, my attention was always drawn back to my stepdaughter’s writhing body.
By the time the class was over, my cock was hard as a diamond and throbbing incessantly. I held my yoga mat over it and the tent it was causing in my track pants.
“You go on,” I said to Kayla. “I’ll catch up in a minute.”
“Okay,” she said. “Did you enjoy yourself, at least?”
I nodded mutely, afraid that if I dared say anything out loud, it’d come out all kinds of wrong. Then I watched her leave and waited for the rest of the class to filter out before approaching the instructor.
“Tina?” I said, still holding my mat over my bulge. “That’s your name, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” she laughed, pointing to the name badge just above her left breast. “That’s what it says, anyway… You know, Hollywood! What’s your name?”
“Tom,” I said. “Tom Watts… You don’t know who I am?”
“Don’t feel bad Tom, we get all kinds in here. Trophy wives, actresses, three weeks ago I did a training session for the state governor. Don’t tell me, let me guess… You do commericals?”
“Something like that…” I replied. It was actually nice to be talking to someone who wasn’t looking at me like a bank account. “I was just gonna tell you how much I enjoyed your class, and…”
I hesitated. It had been a long time since I’d asked out a woman, and I wasn’t sure I could handle being laughed at after what I’d already been through the past few weeks. Still, I knew I had to try. If I didn’t, I knew that sooner or later, Kayla would pay the price.
“Well,” I began again, clearing my throat nervously. “I just…”
“Oh,” she said. “So you noticed, huh?” She grinned at me behind her ruby red lips. “Well, I had no idea I was being so obvious, but I assume that means I’m not the only one interested in… pursuing this.”
I felt the weight of the world lift right off my shoulders. “Thanks for breaking the ice. It’s been a while since I’ve gone on a date…”
“A date?” Tina echoed. She looked genuinely surprised. Then she laughed again and took my head. “No, I don’t think so. But I do have a thing for older guys, and you don’t see them coming to yoga very often. I assumed you were here with your girlfriend, but if that’s not the case…”
“Uh, no,” I said, a little confused. If she wasn’t interested in dating me, then what did she want? “That was my stepdaughter, Kayla.”
Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Your stepdaughter, huh? Well, that works out just fine, then.” She released my hand, walking over to a door at the end of the room. “Follow me.”
“Why?” I asked her, though I did indeed follow after her. “I mean, you said you didn’t want a date…”
“I don’t,” she replied with another mischievous wink. “Why waste money on pretense when we could both get what we want right here and now?”
I couldn’t argue with that logic, and soon we were both in the supply closet, fumbling in the dark all breathless and sweating.
Tina was a spitfire. Once she’d seen I was already hard, she went to town on my dick, shimmying my track pants off my hips and marveling at its side.
“Wow!” she breathed, mouth open and watering. “It’s huge!”
I shifted anxiously, but once she started stroking it, I didn’t need much more convincing. She was good. Really good. But she still wasn’t my little Kayla, and that only made the itch inside me grow more impatient to be scratched.
I did what I could to bring myself back into the moment. There’s no way to
be totally sure that this wasn’t an act, but it was the first time since my ex wife that I felt like someone wanted me for who I was, rather than what I was…
“Fuck,” I groaned, leaning my head back against the shelves stuffed with practice mats, weights, and a few exercise balls. “Tina, you’re… you’re maybe half my age, sugar. We shouldn’t be doing this…”
“Oh, but Daddy,” she said, and suddenly my hair stood on end, “I wanna be a good girl for you.”
My eyes widened. My dick lurched in her fist. “Wh… what?” I whispered.
She giggled and took a long lick around my tip. “Sorry if that’s weird. I just sort of have this thing for… well, I’m not sure what to call it… But it’s always turned me on to pretend to be some sweet, innocent girl calling an older man ‘Daddy.’ It doesn’t, like… turn you off or anything, right?”
“No!” I said, maybe a little too quickly. “I mean, whatever turns you on…” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “…princess.”