Untamed Passion

DADDY’S LITTLE CUM-SLUT

“Fine, be that way!” I shouted down the stairs. My fists were clenched and I was practically shaking with rage. I couldn’t believe my stepdad could be so self-centred and obnoxious. He and I had never really got along, I thought that since I’d been on my absolute best behaviour all weekend that he might allow me a couple of little luxuries.

But obviously, I was mistaken. My mom had gone away you on a business trip, and my stepdad was considering going camping with a couple of his buddies from work, so naturally I leapt at the chance of having a few friends round since I would have the house to myself.

On the Friday night that my mom left for the airport I promised my stepdad faithfully that I would cook, clean and do whatever else he bid me to over the weekend, if he would just let me have a little party on Sunday night. I was home from college for the summer, and had been rattling around the house for weeks with nothing to do. The prospect of having a party was too irresistible not to pursue.

My stepdad agreed, saying that if I cooked his meals, ironed shirts, washed the dishes and did the laundry then he might just let me have three or four friends over to chill out in the games room. We lived in a large house, and the games room was perfect to hosting a little get-together. Obviously I was planning on having more than four or five friends over but he would be far away on a camping trip would be none the wiser. I just smiled sweetly

as he laid down the terms and nodded enthusiastically, keen to please him to get what I wanted.

I did so with gritted teeth and a false smile; it did pain me to have to submit to him like this. Like I said, we’d never really gotten along. He’d moved in with me and my mom when I was about 12 years old, and while the first few years of him being with us were okay, as soon as I became an older teenager we started having problems, and when I turned eighteen it got a

whole lot worse. It was like we were both competing for my mom’s attention all the time, and the worst part of it was that he was probably twice as childish as me.

As time went on it became the norm for us to argue and bicker like siblings rather than like stepfather and daughter. My mom learned to ignore it, I learned to tolerate it and he learned that if he was persistent and controlling enough, more often than not he got what he wanted. That was just the sort of man he was; completely unreasonable and desperate for control.

Knowing his traits and his flaws so well, I realised it was best to indulge him and go along with whatever he said. It hurt my pride, I’m not going to lie — and when he spent half an hour complaining that the dinner that I’d

cooked wasn’t up to scratch, I nearly lost it — but all the while I kept a false smile plastered to my face. I was determined to get what I wanted.

But when Sunday night came along, and I was getting antsy and trying to usher him out of the door to get on with his stupid camping trip, he broke the news to me that he wasn’t even going.

“Oh didn’t I tell you?” He had said, with a smug smile creeping across his face “the boys didn’t want to go camping, so I invited them over for a few drinks instead. Obviously you can invite your friends over some of the time, maybe. After all, your mom wouldn’t be pleased if she found out that we’d had a house full of people.”

I couldn’t believe it! He had me act like his personal slave all weekend, and now he wasn’t even going to repay me with what he had promised. It made my blood boil, and I began to see red as I glared at him from the top of the stairs. He folded his arms in front of his chest and smiled up at me, triumphant. That was when I lost it, and began screaming at him.

“You’re a piece of work, do you know that?” I shouted, clenching my fists so hard that my nails dug into the palm of my hand painfully “you have me do your bidding all weekend, treating me like a fucking slave — and now you’re going back on your part of the bargain? I knew you were low! But I didn’t know you were this low!”

My stepdad’s changed immediately the moment I swore at him. His eyes went wide, and his mouth pressed into a thin line. He too began to clench his fists, and I knew at that moment I had crossed a line. But there was no going back, I had said what I needed to say and I had to deal with the consequences.

“How dare you talk to me like that!” He shouted up the stairs, his voice rising with every word “I’m your dad, and as long as you’re staying under my roof he will abide by my rules. What I say goes, and there’s not a dammed thing that you can do about…”

He was cut short mid-sentence by the sound of the doorbell ringing. He glared at me and then looked back at the door, contemplating whether or not to continue with the argument or to go answer it. He decided on the latter, turning on his heel and stomping over to the door while I took the opportunity to escape to my bedroom. I heard the door open and the sound of voices, men laughing and shouting together. That noise made me feel even more bitter. I was still seeing red, and I was determined at that moment to make him pay!

I stomped across my bedroom and threw up in my closet door, sifting through piles of clothes like a mad woman, before settling on one perfect outfit. It was my tightest pink sweater, and my shortest pleated skirt. I teamed it with knee-high cotton socks and deliberately didn’t put on any underwear. Oh yes, I was going to make him pay alright.

After spending half an hour curling my long blonde hair into glossy ringlets, and applying some make-up and perfume I stood back to admire my handiwork in the mirror. I was still angry, but my heart was also beating with excitement at this point. I knew I looked good, and I was going to make sure that Daddy’s buddies knew it to. I couldn’t wait to see the look of shame and embarrassment on his face as I began to work my magic on them.

I practically skipped out of my bedroom and down the hallway, feeling light on my feet as I descended the staircase and made my way across the house to the games room. I could hear them laughing and shouting together as I

approached, and it flared up that little spark of anger inside me — giving me just enough courage to go through with what I was planning. I pushed open the door and walked into the room, swaying my hips as I did so.

“Hi guys” I said with a sweet smile on my face, and walked over to the mini fridge in the corner of the room. They all stopped what they were doing and turned to look at me, their eyes immediately drawn to my perky tits, drinking in the sight of my slightly erect nipples through my tight sweater.

This was going to be so much fun.

I bent low and opened the fridge, knowing full well that my dad’s friend John who was seated just a few feet behind me would get a nice little flash of my shaven pussy. I heard him gasp a little as I pulled out a beer, and removed the cap with my teeth. The rest of the guys were still staring at me, with mixed expressions on their faces. My stepdad’s face was bright red,

and he looked like he was about to explode.

“How are you all doing tonight?” I said, taking a sip of my beer and trying my best to keep my face looking neutral. They all checked themselves and averted their eyes, murmuring that they were having a good time etc. The only one who didn’t answer was my stepdad.

“Does anyone fancy a game of pool?” I said, once again try my best to look neutral and innocent.

“Look, Cindy, the guys don’t want you bothering them, okay?” My stepdad managed to say in a restrained voice. He was doing his best not to lose control, and I took great delight in watching him squirm.

“Oh it’s okay, Dave” I heard John say from behind me “she’s not doing any harm, let her have a game or two”

The other guys chimed in, telling my stepdad to lighten up. He was

cornered, I knew he wouldn’t be able to protest without making himself look like an ass. It was perfect.

I grabbed a pool cue and watched one of my dad’s friends place the balls in the centre of the table. I leaned over as low as possible, giving the guys in front of me full view of my delicious cleavage, and allowing John another glance at my little pink pussy from behind. I was enjoying myself so much, drinking in the sight of my stepdad’s tortured face as he watched his buddies ogling me, and took a little too long to break. My stepdad knew exactly what I was doing.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Throughout the entire game of pool hardly anybody spoke, they were all mesmerised by what I was doing. It was the easiest game of pool I’d ever played!

As I potted the last ball, I watched my stepdad’s face turned from crimson to dark purple. None of his buddies seemed to notice the obvious torment that he was going through. Not that any of them probably would have cared anyway; I was putting on too good a show.

“Another game?” I said, standing up straight and running the pool cue between my fingers. My dad’s buddies all called out ‘yes’ simultaneously and I couldn’t help but giggle. That was the last straw. I wasn’t prepared for

what happened next, as I watch my stepdad physically explode. He threw his bottle of beer to the floor where it smashed, sending flecks of glass scattering throughout the room. I shrieked, and his buddies cried out. But any sounds that we made were dwarfed by his shouting.

“OUT!” He shouted at the top of his lungs “everybody out. Right now!” “Jesus, Dave “John said, his voice shaking slightly with shock “relax.

There’s no need to…”

“NOW!” My stepdad bellowed, and this time nobody argued. They all got up quickly, and stumbled out of the room. It really was a frightening sight, to see him standing there clenching and unclenching his fists — the colour of his face alternating between bright red and deep purple. As I heard the front door slam, I felt feeling of dread wash over me. I knew that I crossed the line, and I was frightened. But there was also part of me that was deeply excited by what just happened. I pushed his buttons in a way I’d never been able to do before, and the feeling of power and elation that it gave me was indescribable. That, coupled with the feeling I got from having my stepdad’s friends marvel at my body like that made me feel weak at the knees.

“You should be fucking ashamed of yourself!” he hissed, walking towards me slowly “acting like a cheap little slut, what did you hope to achieve from that? Huh?”