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  Taken by Her Stepdaddy

  STEPDADDIES WHO MUST BE OBEYED

  PENNY SNOAK

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  EPILOGUE: EIGHT MONTHS LATER

  ALSO BY PENNY SNOAK

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  CHAPTER ONE

  I roll my eyes and tune out my mom as she lectures me for the thousandth time about “growing up”, “being an adult” and “responsibility.”

  That seems to be her favorite topic of conversation lately. Apparently, now that I’m eighteen, I’m supposed to stop caring about fun and start caring about taxes and jobs and college and the ever-present, amorphous “the future.”

  At some point, I interrupt and ask sweetly, “tell me about your responsibilities when you were eighteen? How did you ensure that you focused on school and work and never went out or drank or had fun?”

  She glowers at me, and I meet her eyes, still wearing that innocent smile. I happen to know for a fact that my mom was far from a saint in college. In fact, according to the dean I interviewed with, she was rather well-known on campus for opening her legs to anyone who would buy her booze.

  He probably shouldn’t have told me that but in his defense, I wasn’t wearing a bra that day and I had the top three buttons of my blouse undone so he could see both of my nipples when I leaned over the desk.

  Mom answers, “Well, your stepfather and I want more for you! Do you have any idea how hard it was to be pregnant at nineteen?”

  “Oh yeah,” I say. “It must be so terrible to graduate with honors and start earning six figures a year working as a personal assistant to CEOs. You want to tell me how you made that happen?”

  She turns white as a sheet and I now know for sure that her success has nothing to do with her qualifications and everything to do with her body, specifically her willingness to use it. She spits, “You will be working at your stepfather’s office part-time, and you will learn to be a responsible, young lady!”

  “Sounds great, Mom,” I say cheerfully. “I’ll start tomorrow.”

  She is surprised by my enthusiasm, but she can’t really punish me for agreeing with her, so she only glares at me again and leaves the room.

  That was six weeks ago. I’ve spent the past six weeks doing as little as possible at my stepfather’s office. I enjoy coming to work, though, because I get to watch the other women give me dirty looks but say nothing. After all, they know my stepfather runs the company and I can get away with not doing anything. So, they have to make their own copies and answer their own phone calls while I sit here looking pretty.

  That’s another thing. The men in the office don’t get any more help from me than the women except that I give them something to think about when they go home to their wives and endure their dutiful and slightly bored attentions. Still, there’s no denying that part of the reason the women here despise me so much is because the men stopped looking at them once I got here.

  Today, I sit at the front desk with my legs up on the counter watching videos on my phone. I hear a briefcase slap down on the counter and look up to see my stepfather glaring at me. I sit up and smile at him, pushing my chest forward so my breasts strain against the fabric. “Yes, Daddy?” I ask sweetly.

  His eyes remain on mine unwaveringly and I roll my own eyes and say, “All right, what do you want?” in a far less sweet voice.

  “You seem to think this job is a joke, young lady,” he says.

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” I snap. “I forgot that answering phones and making copies was supposed to be the most fulfilling thing in the world.”

  “So, you’re saying this job isn’t exciting enough for you?” he asks.

  Crap.

  “All right, then,” he says. “Follow me to my office.”

  When I don’t move, he says, “Now!” in a stern voice.

  I have no idea why but the command in his voice has the strangest effect on me. A shiver of pleasure runs through me and my pussy actually throbs twice! My clit begins to tingle and instead of replying sarcastically, I breathe, “Yes, Daddy,” in a voice that sounds more like a moan than anything else.

  If he notices the way he’s affected me, he doesn’t let on but only leads me to the office. Inside are stacks of boxes filled to the top with papers and folders and binders and envelopes.

  “I need you to organize these boxes according to report type, date, and client.”

  “Are you kidding?” I say. “That’s going to take all day!”

  “No, Elena, it’s going to take all week. If you’re focused. This is only the first batch of paperwork. You have forty more boxes to go through after these.”

  I stare at the boxes wordlessly and my stepfather adds. “I can stay here all day. I can sleep here if I have to, so believe me when I tell you that you won’t leave this office until all of these boxes are organized. Get to it.”

  He leaves me there and I sigh heavily. Then I do something surprising. I actually get on my hands and knees in front of the first box and begin to pull out paperwork! I work steadily for three hours and by the time five o’clock rolls around, I have only one box left.

  Holy crap, am I actually working? What caused that?

  I know that answer to that without even thinking. When my stepfather’s tone became stern and commanding the way it did, I suddenly wanted nothing more than to please him.

  And to be pleased by him.

  As usual, I’m not wearing any panties, and bent over like this with my skirt rising up my ass, my pussy is completely exposed. I imagine him kneeling behind me and gripping my hips with his hands. I think about his cock pressing against my pussy and I actually feel pressure on my lips.

  “Oh, Daddy,” I moan, putting down the paperwork I’m organizing. I imagine his cock pushing into me, opening me up, and gasping as my pussy actually seems to open up. God, I can feel a thick cock splitting me in half, filling me, as though I were actually being fucked right now!

  I slide my hand in between my legs and moan when my fingers reach my clit. “Oh, Daddy, you feel so good.”

  Then I stop. My eyes and mouth fall open in shock. My fingers have just grazed something thick and hard. I stay still a moment but when I feel that hardness slide deep into me and pull slowly out, I whip my head around.

  And stare directly at my stepfather.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Oh my God, my stepdad is actually fucking me! I want to tell him I’m a virgin. I want to… Well, I guess I want to tell him that the Elena of five minutes ago is a virgin. The Elena of right now, the one on all fours in front of the boxes, isn’t a virgin anymore. It’s all so shocking! I feel as stretched as can be but thankfully, it doesn’t hurt like everyone always says the first time will hurt. I guess the dildo I have on my nightstand makes my pussy able to handle it.

  But I’m not a virgin anymore!

  I’m literally on my hands and knees in front of him with my skirt hiked over my hips while his cock thrusts into me, so deeply that it fills my entire pussy. “If you want to act like what you have to offer is a little eighteen-year-old cunt, Elena, then at the least, you’re going to offer that while you’re here. You want to behave like a cock whore, okay. You won’t behave like a cock tease, though.”

  I can’t wrap my head around this!

  Whether or not I intend to, though, I push my ass back against him to meet his thrusts. What the hell is going on? I turn my head and look at his face. It’s so damned stern and… well and fucking sexy.

  He looks down at me and says, “One more thing. If you want to act like a brat, you’re going to get punished like one.”

  Then his hand lands on my ass, hard. I gasp as pain shoots through me like a lightning bolt, then moan as that pain dissolves into tingles of pleasure. I feel my clit swell and return my hand to my clit.

  “Put your hand down,” he commands and of its own volition, my hand whips back to the floor.

  “I decide when you cum,” he says. “Do you understand me?”

  I moan but don’t answer and the next instant, his hand slams onto my ass again. I gasp and cry, “Yes, Daddy!”

  “That’s good,” he says. “I like that. You are to address me as Daddy from now on, do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I moan. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good. Since you like being naked so much, you are never to wear panties at work either, do you understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy!” I cry.

  He asks these questions while thrusting deep and hard into me and though my hands remain firmly on the floor, I feel my pussy tightening around him and know that I’m going to cum soon.

  “Oh, Daddy, can I please cum?” I say.

  “Will you do as you’re told, little girl?” he asks.

  “Yes, Daddy!” I cry.

  “Will you take this job seriously?”

  “Yes, Daddy!”

  “Will you show respect to me and the others in this office?”

  “Yes, Daddy!”

  “Will you show respect to your mother at home and do as she tells you to?”

  “God, yes, Daddy! Yes, Daddy! Oh, fuck!”

  My pussy squeezes tight and I feel myself
right on the brink, but I don’t cum. I realize that I’m not going to be able to cum unless he gives me permission, so I beg, “Daddy, please! I’ll be a good girl! I’ll do what you tell me to, please, make me cum! Please, Daddy!”

  “Cum, little girl,” he says.

  As soon as he says that my orgasm hits me like a train. I collapse to the floor and scream as my body jerks and spasms and twitches with pulses of sensation that shoot through me like cannon shells, rocketing up my spine and back down to explode deep inside my pussy, sending fireworks through my clit, which throbs and shivers even though it isn’t being touched at all.

  Because my clit isn’t being stimulated, I never come down from my climax but keep peaking and peaking and peaking. I don’t know if I have one really long, intense orgasm, or half a dozen but my body is simultaneously satisfied and desperate for more.

  Suddenly, he pulls out of me and commands. “Turn around. Up on your knees.”

  I don’t know how I manage to get to my knees without falling over from the powerful, shuddering pulses of my orgasm but I do, and as soon as I am on my knees, he says, “Every time I cum in your mouth, you’re to swallow.”

  He grabs the back of my head and I close my lips around his cock just as the first throbbing pulse of his orgasm shoots a rope of cum into my mouth. I suck and swallow and moan around him, bobbing and twisting my head while he throbs powerfully in my mouth. It turns me on so much that I think I actually cum again just from the feel of his cock pulsing and the taste of his cum. I cry out and moan over him while he empties himself.

  When he’s done, he pulls out and I look directly into his eyes as I swallow everything he gives me.

  He sighs and pulls his underwear and pants up, leaving me on my knees. When he’s dressed, he says, “There are going to be some changes, little girl.”

  “Changes?” I ask.

  “Yes,” he says. “I’m going to make some rules and you’re going to follow them. I’ve already made some rules. Tell me what they are.”

  “You want me to not wear panties at the office,” I reply.

  “Good,” he says. “That’s one of them. Address me as Daddy when you repeat the rest.”

  I shiver as an aftershock pulse through me.

  “I am to take this job seriously, Daddy. I am to treat you and everyone else here with respect. I am also to treat my mom with respect at home, Daddy.”

  “Good,” he replies. “Very good. There will be more rules to follow but for now, I’ll only leave you with one more: Every day after you complete your work, you are to meet me in this office on your knees. If you follow these rules, you will be rewarded. If you don’t, you will be punished. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I say.

  “Good,” he replies. “Now finish organizing that box. You will start on the next group of boxes tomorrow.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I say.

  He leaves the office, leaving me on my knees struggling to wrap my head around what just happened.

  I just fucked my stepfather.

  I just swallowed his cum.

  I’ve never fucked before. I’ve never even tasted cum. I tease. If a boy is very, very lucky and gives me what I want, he might get a hand job or a kiss on his dick.

  Stepdad gets my pussy and my mouth!

  All of that is surprising enough but what’s really surprising is how readily I agree to his rules. I mean, I want to follow them. What the hell?

  CHAPTER THREE

  “What’s gotten into you over the last four weeks?” Mom asks. I’m in the bathroom putting the finishing touches on my appearance before work. I see her face in the mirror as she stands behind me. “It’s like you turned over a whole new leaf.”

  I smile thinking about how many times I’ve swallowed Daddy’s cum and how many times his cock has filled my pussy. “When I started working, I just blew it off, but things are different now. I think you were just right,” I say. I adjust my collar and button the top button. Then, I pull my hair back into a ponytail. “I needed to learn to be responsible and I like actually contributing at work.”

  I turn around and say, “Thank you for making me do this. It took a while for me to figure things out. I guess I had a hard shell that only working for Stepdaddy could penetrate.”

  She smiles. “Stepdaddy. I like that. It’s about time you appreciate him. He’s done a lot for you.”

  I throw my arms around her. “I know, Mom!” Of course, as sweet as all this seems right now, what I’m thinking about is just how Daddy penetrated me. I feel just a small stab of guilt, but I also know Mom and Daddy have something of an open relationship. They don’t know I know that but the two of them go to swinger parties and I actually saw pictures of mom’s mouth on another man’s cock while Daddy fucked her.

  It's kind of weird. I found those pictures on Mom’s laptop and made sure to make copies just so I might have a weapon on reserve. It’s kind of strange to me that I feel guilty about it now, trying to hold on to something to use against them.

  “I’m going to tell your stepfather how proud I am of you,” she says.

  I blush and Mom thinks it’s the praise that makes me blush. She doesn’t know I’m blushing because the last time she complimented me to Daddy, he let me cum twice in the same day. “I have to run to work,” she says. “Do you need a ride?”

  “That’s nice, Mom,” I say but I have about an hour of schoolwork to do before I go in.”

  “That’s another thing!” she says, “you’re really paying attention to school now!”

  I smile and decide not to tell her about the way my ass feels when I get a spanking for neglecting my duties. “Stepdaddy is going to set me up with a desk somewhere quiet so I can do the work at the office,” I say, “but now if I’m there, people think I’m available and so I get distracted.”

  She smiles and shakes her head. I know she’s shocked at the very thought anyone would rely on me the way they do. She’s proud, too. She kisses my cheek and leaves. I take a last look at myself in the mirror and then head to my room. There, I delete my parents’ compromising pictures and get to work on my homework. It feels really wonderful to know I deleted the pictures and then I feel really wonderful just to know doing the right thing makes me feel wonderful.

  I push the thoughts away to focus on my work and soon I’m wrapping up that part of my morning. I feel my heart start beating faster as I grab my purse and head to my car. I always get excited on my way, and I always find it amazing how much I look forward not only to seeing Daddy but also to actually doing the work. I’m pretty sure a business degree is in my future now. I guess getting a taste of business the way I do and working in different ways with every area of the operations does that for me. I love that I can do this, that I have a real opportunity to learn how business works.

  Don’t get me wrong. My heart beats the way it does, and the inordinate anticipation and excitement have a lot more to do with Daddy than anything else but I think I’m starting to look at all areas of my life differently. I think I’m really starting to think of what I have to offer life more than what life has to offer me. I don’t know if it’s more mature than the other way around but I feel pretty damned good about it at the end of the day.

  Or at the beginning of the day, today.

  Hell, every part of the day.

  By the time I get to the office, I’m bright and excited. Others are just starting to file in and I walk directly to Daddy’s door and knock. He calls me in and I step in and close and lock the door. The blinds are already closed. I walk to his desk and put my purse on the guest chair. I don’t say anything until I’m on my knees in front of them. Only then do I say, “Good morning, Daddy.”

  He reaches forward and strokes my hair. “Good morning, princess,” he says. He lets go of my hair to undo his belt and I watch in anticipation as he gets his cock out. A moment later, my mouth is moving happily up and down his shaft and I’m filled with happiness at the taste of him and the feel of him. When he cums, I suck hungrily and swallow everything down.

  “Thank you, Daddy,” I say when I take my mouth off. I stand up and go to the guest chair on the other side of his desk and sit down. I pull a notepad and a pen from my purse. “Anything special you need me to work on today?” I ask.