"That's it, you little cocksucker," I said to my kneeling, 15-year old stepdaughter. She began to bob her head up and down on my shaft all the faster. She knew it would only be a few more minutes, and then she would be free of her duty, at least for now.

Back before I changed the rules on her, she would probably have finished by now. In those days, I had allowed her to use her hands to stroke my dick while she sucked on the end. However, I soon discovered that she was getting lazy, just keeping the head in her mouth, doing all the work with her hands. No cheater dick for my little girl, I decided, so now her wrists are bound behind her back from start to finish.

As a result, I now enjoy pure tongue-and-mouth ministrations, which not only feel better, but also allow me to prolong the pleasure, usually for as long as I please, until culminating in a shattering release. Often, it pleases me to prolong the session very much indeed. She was working at it pretty hard at this moment, however, and we both knew it wouldn't be long now.

I had never dreamed I'd be enjoying such bliss when I married Kimmie's mother five years ago. At the time, Kimmie was a little ten-year-old slip of a girl, and my only interest was in her thirty-year old mother Denise. My, how times have changed. Oh, I still enjoy Denise's hot little body, kept that way by the aerobics classes I arranged for her to take each afternoon, in addition to her gourmet cooking classes, her flower arranging classes, and her volunteer work. Yes, for as long as the private school I send Kimmie to lets its students out at 2:30 in the afternoon, I assure you my wife will be kept busy with daily self-improvement projects.

Yes, I still enjoy giving her mother the bone. In fact, one of my favorite things to do is to take Denise's pussy after my morning shower, and allowing the evidence of her pleasure to dry and crust on my sated prick all day while I work as a securities trader. You see, I live in Colorado, so the New York market I trade in closes every day at 2:00 pm in my time zone. Just in time for me to get home, have a scotch, and wait for Kimmie to get home to lick and suck her mother's caked-on pussy drool from my dick. I enjoyed this for two reasons. First, the whole mother-daughter effect was intoxicating, and second, Kimmie hated that aspect at least twice as much as she hated having to suck my cock in the first place. She had been hating both aspects for almost a year now.

Wow, I mused to myself, if five years ago even I never imagined this scene unfolding, how blissfully ingnorant must the then ten-year-old Kimmie have been in those days. I had met her mother while doing a little volunteer work myself. In my occupation, I make an ungodly amount of money, but for some reason my employer feels that volunteering one's time is better than just giving money to a good cause, so there I was, along with several of my colleagues and some of their spouses, helping to repaint a low-income apartment building. Denise was a single mother, down on her luck, and one of the few residents who actually pitched in with our efforts. Since she was quite attractive and had a killer body, I asked her out, and within a couple of weeks I was regularly pounding the hell out of her long-unused pussy.

We dated a while, and I realized I had found a smoking-hot, compliant, moldable piece of ass, so I married her. She brought her little girl, Kimmie, along, and both of their lives were changed dramatically. They moved into my luxuriant home in the very best neighborhood, and began to enjoy all the better things in life. Denise was very happy to begin the self-improvement programs I had mapped out for her, since she initially felt a little out of place among my friends and their Ivy League wives. I must say, she has really come a long way. Little Kimmie was enrolled in a private girls school a few blocks away, and just when she was getting to that age when girls start to worry about wearing the right clothes and having the right things, she had the very best. At her last school, a nasty little public K-8 on the other side of town, the other girls had just starting teasing her as a "welfare girl" (not exactly true) and "trailer trash" (exactly not true), but now she could keep up with the snobbiest of her classmates. If you don't believe that is important, you don't know any ten-year old girls.

Of course, Kimmie had to wear a uniform Monday through Thursday at Brendan Academic, but on Fridays at school she could wear "regular clothes", and on weekends she had the best outfits to keep up with "Little Sally St. John-Smitherington-Smythe" down the street. Because I made this fantasy possible, she adored me from the very beginning, and although Denise and I first instructed her to call me by my first name, Alex, she soon took to calling me "Daddy". This pleased me, in an avuncular way at the time, so we allowed it. Now it pleases me in an altogether less innocent way, and I insist upon it.

"That's it, honey, suck Daddy's cock, he's about to give his little schoolgirl whore exactly what she's craving", I muttered, for now Kimmie was really going to town, her long brunette hair cascading around her face and my lap, alternately obstructing and framing my view of her big brown eyes, her pert little nose, and her full-lipped, but small, mouth stretched around my happy cock. I glanced up from observing her bobbing head. I was taking my daily pleasure today in one of our more common settings. I was sitting in a leather easy chair in my "drawing room", my half-finished scotch temporarily forgotten on the side table, as the little teen executed her obligation. Behind her was the glass front of a trophy case, in the reflection of which I could easily see she was wearing one of my favorite little get-ups. At my insistence, today she had shed her blouse, her little A-cup bra, and her pleated skirt, and was kneeling in only her white cotton panties, her white knee socks, and her white and blue saddle shoes. I had an excellent reflective view of her tightly-clad, sweet little fifteen-year-old bottom, as well as the back of her bobbing head and long brown hair, which I insisted she keep long enough to reach down her (now naked) back, but short enough to not quite reach her cute little schoolgirl ass. Over her ass, her wrists crossed, bound in leather restraints that, ironically, her mother had presented to me a few months ago to use on _her_.

Today was Thursday, which meant tomorrow, a Friday, she'd probably wear a "regular outfit" to school, so I could look forward to a little mini-skirt, bare-midriff, pony-tail session then. It also meant that Denise would be out with her activities until nine tonight. This created an excellent tension of interests between little Kimmie and me, which I was relishing at this moment. You see, with Denise out so late, I could afford to drag out our session for as long as I chose, letting the pressure and semen build to a point that the poor little cocksucker's jaws would be very tired by the time she finally got to choke down my copious load.

On the other hand, Kimmie had all the more reason to try to bring me off as quickly as possible. As part of our "arrangement", as soon as she was finished she would be allowed to go see her little sixteen-year old boyfriend, and to perform the same sort of service for him if she chose. Her mother would never allow her to go out on a school night, and of course, Denise was completely ignorant of any of Kimmie's newfound talents, so Thursdays were an opportunity for us both.

Ah yes, the "arrangement". It had been about ten months ago, and I was home around two-thirty, as usual. The doorbell rang, and to my surprise a police officer stood at door with a shamefaced Kimmy. Looking out to the street I could see some little punk was secured in the back of the officer's patrol car.

"What is it?" I worriedly asked.

"May I come in?" he responded. I showed him to my drawing room, the very room in which today little Kimmie was hard at work. On this occasion, Kimmie had no choice but to join the two of us, and I told her to sit down while the officer said his piece.

"Well?" I asked.

"Mr. Broward, I'm Sergeant Thompson, and on my way home from my shift I found your daughter in a rather compromising position. You see, she was in the back seat of a car, in broad daylight, with one of my regular 'customers '. He's a little shit named Billy Weston, and he's been in and out of juvenile correction since he was nine. Well, half their clothes were off, and Kimmie here, was, well, she was pleasuring him in a way no fourteen year old ought to be."

This was a tremendous shock to me. I thought of Kimmie as a little girl, who only months before had begged me for some "Mystery Date" computer game for her fourteenth birthday. But suddenly, as I looked at the humiliated girl sitting in my easy chair, avoiding my eyes, I saw her pert little breasts starting to blossom, and recalled how her hips had begun to show themselves around our back yard pool. To my great surprise, I felt my dick twitch, and in a heartbeat, I had a plan.

'I'm afraid that's not all," Sergeant Thompson continued, interrupting my scheming, "it was no great surprise to me to find quite a few drugs in that punk's car, which doesn't look too good for Kimmie, and it's going to finally send Billy to adult prison, where he'll be the one giving the bl-....excuse me, I'm just glad to finally put him away." A quick glance at Kimmie's face confirmed my suspicion - the peril of her "boyfriend" was extremely distressing to her. "And then there is Kimmie....." he trailed off. I knew what he was after, and it would fit very nicely into my plan.

"Sergeant, can I speak to my stepdaughter alone for a moment?"

"Sure", he said, "I'll wait in the living room here".

"Kimmie," I said firmly, after he had excused himself, "I want to know exactly what happened". She looked very afraid, particularly since I always referred to her as my daughter, not my stepdaughter. I had carefully selected the reference to underscore her precarious position.

"Daddy, he's not that bad, don't let him get sent to prison!"

"Kimmie, you had better worry about yourself. Now tell me what's been going on. Are you fucking this little shit?"

"No..no, just, you know" she stuttered, having never heard me use a word like that.

"No, I _don't_ know. Tell me."

"I've never, you know, had sex. I was just, well,... with my mouth."

"Kimmie, I'm going to ask you something, and save your answer for the end. Do you want to go back to that horrible public school system, dressed like trailer trash, never again to enjoy the nice clothes and things I've provided for you? Do you want your mother to learn that you're a little whore? Do you want that little fuck Billy to go to the state penn, where he 'll be the one giving the blow-jobs? Do you?"

"No, no Daddy! I'm so sorry! Please, I'll do anything, anything, please don't let any of those things happen!"

"I'll remember you said that. I'll tell you what, I'll get little Billy off the hook, but rest assured, I can have him sent away at any time, and I can have you return to your former lifestyle at any time. I'll tell your mother the whole story, and convince her you need a humbling experience to build your character. You know who will win that one. I'll tell you what, under certain circumstances, I'll even let you continue to see that little loser. But for any of this to happen, you're going to do exactly what I say. Is that clear?"

"Yes Daddy, thank you, Daddy!"

Sergeant Thompson was waiting for his bribe, but he was really surprised that it was in the neighborhood of ten-thousand dollars. He was even more surprised that I actually wanted him to drop the charges against Billy, seeing as I should most likely want to keep my stepdaughter away from the likes of him. He was happy to hear that I was so generous because I wanted him to be prepared to take Billy down anytime I asked, to which he whole-heartedly agreed. Kimmie witnessed this whole exchange. Her life was never to be the same again.

So here I was, almost a year later, about to pump yet another tremendous load down my stepdaughter's "junior miss" throat. I don't think she was so thankful anymore. And now she _had_ to call me Daddy, a twisted irony now that I was using her so cruelly. No, I'm sure she didn't feel much affection for me at all. But Billy was still a free punk, she still got to enjoy the life of a little rich girl, and other than our little sessions, she had it pretty good.

Tonight she might even get to see Billy, unless I could prolong our session until nine o'clock. It was3:30 now, she'd been at it for almost an hour. I had once made it last until about eight, and she had been miserable. Oh, what a blessed release that was! But I wasn't going to be able to last so long on this occasion. I looked again at her panty-clad bottom. Oh yes, very nice.

Other than her mouth, she was still completely a virgin. That was part of the "arrangement", which I checked personally on a weekly basis. Hymen intact, sphincter tight. Both conditions would be changing soon, however, courtesy of Daddy. Lately, the look of her sweet ass and taut pussy mound were working that ancient magic on me, and I knew that soon the blow jobs would no longer be enough. It was with these thoughts that I lost it. I grabbed her head with both hands, forcing my cock deep into her throat. I stared at the refection of her white-panty ass in the trophy case glass as I shot a powerful load down her slutty throat. Spurt after spurt pulsed out of my throbbing cock and directly into her stomach. Oh god! I thought as I came for what seemed like sixty seconds to thoughts of busting the little teen's cherry.

In accordance with our arrangement, she licked me clean afterwards, recited the formulaic "Thank-you, Daddy", and stood up, turning around so that I could release her from her bonds. I couldn't resist swatting her cotton-covered ass a couple of times, and, as she scurried away to get ready to see Billy, I thought to myself "Soon, very soon, I'm afraid it will be time to punish that little pussy". But that, my friends, is another story.