“Daddy, you think I’m hot, don’t you?” Heather asked from the doorway of the garage.
Her stepdad Caledon was there holding the hose, filling a bucket with soapy water to clean the SUV that sat in the two-car garage. The garage door was open. Music was playing from the audio system Caledon had set up.
“Is this a trick question?” he asked, looking up.
She crossed her arms. Her long pink T-shirt covered her bottoms. He couldn’t tell if she had shorts on or not.
“No, just answer.”
“You’re lovely and cute.”
She smiled and put her hands on her hips. “Thanks. And?”
He shrugged. “You’re super beautiful.”
She giggled at that and played with the hem of her shirt. “Thanks. And?”
“And what?”
“Um, supermodel sexy? Hollywood hot?”
“What is this?”
“Come on.”
“Am I being recorded?”
She stomped her sandaled foot. “Dude, no.”
“I think…”
A neighbor strolled by. She waved at Caledon, eyed Heather’s bare legs, and continued walking.
Caledon continued: “I think you’re very hot, very sexy, but you already know that, don’t you?”
“Well, stupid mom,” she said. “She doesn’t think that this,” she gestured towards her body, “can make money.”
“Oh, is that what you guys are arguing about now?” he asked with a sigh and a roll of his eyes.
“She thinks I’m stupid wanting to quit my job.”
“The grocery store?”
“Yeah, that minimum wage bullshit.”
“Yeah, but it’s money, right?”
She scoffed.
“A little money until you become that six-figure TikTok influencer superstar, right?”
“Oh, that,” she said, playing with her hair. “Not as easy as I thought.”
“So, what then?”
“Stripper!”
He dropped the hose. “Oh, no. No, no, no.”
“Yeah! Why not?”
She danced excitedly towards him. Once in front of him, she did a little twerk while he threw up his hands in exasperation.
“Baby, stick to the online stuff. Give it time. Patience. But no porn either, okay?”
“Hmm.”
“Stop, stop. What, are you going to drop out of college, too?”
She shrugged. She gestured towards a stool from under the counter. “Sit. And I’ll practice lap-dancing.”
“Neighbors…”
“I need practice,” she insisted.
“I thought you were going to find yourself a nice sugar daddy.”
“Didn’t work out either. You be my sugar daddy,” she said, jumping up and throwing her arms around his neck.
He cursed. Another neighbor was strolling by with his dog. He nodded to them. Caledon gave him a sheepish look as he tried to get Heather back down on her feet.
“I can’t be your sugar daddy.”
“Impregnate me, daddy,” she begged playfully.
“Oh, God, don’t even say it,” he said, grimacing.
“Run away with me,” she sang.
“Your mom’ll send agents after me. And lawyers. No way.”
She turned around, giving her back to him.
“Sorry, honey.”
She backed into him and started grinding her butt into his crotch.
“Baby,” he warned.
She slid a hand up behind his neck and pulled him forward while she continued grinding into his erection. “This isn’t so hard,” she concluded. “I don’t even need to know how to dance. Just grind my body on random guys, make them hard, tease them for more tips, bam.” She pulled his face close and kissed his lips.
“Oh, that’s all, huh?”
She moved away from him, her back still to him, and began playing with the hem of her shirt again.
“Wait, wait, wait, sweetie,” he protested, hoping no other neighbors would pass.
“I could do topless only,” she said, dropping the tipobet365 yeni giriş hem, instead pulling the collar over her shoulder.
“Yeah, you could,” he said absently.
She spun towards him and lifted the shirt, exposing her naked body. “Or full nudity, I don’t care!”
“God!” he cried out.
He hurried over to her and yanked her shirt back down while she laughed. He pretended to strangle her. She took the chance to curl into his arms.
“Well, you’re certainly an exhibitionist,” he said.
“Right?” She leaned her head on his chest.
“What if your…clients…want more?”
She looked up at him curiously. “More?”
“Yeah, more?”
She casually placed a hand over his erection. “Like this?”
“Oh, fuck.”
She squeezed it. “More this? They’re strippers, not escorts.”
“Yeah, they say that for legal purposes. Okay, sweetie, back away.”
“They’d have to be really special to get the special treatment,” she said.
He gently pushed her away and returned to his bucket.
“Jealous, daddy?”
“You do what you want.”
“Really. So you don’t mind me fucking random guys–aah!”
She screamed as a spray of water from Caledon’s hose hit her.
“Motherfu–aah!” she screamed again as another spray came at her. She ducked behind the car. “Daddy, stop.”
He came around with the hose.
“Daddy,” she warned. She yelped as she ducked another stream of water. She made a run towards the open garage door.
“Hold on,” he said to her.
She turned to face him–only to get another splash of water soaking her hair and T-shirt. She glared at him with her mouth open.
He laughed.
She laughed, too. “Do it again, do it again.”
“Okay,” he said, aiming the hose.
“Wait, do mist or shower, not—“
“Jet stream?” he asked as he hit her full blast with the water.
“Having fun?” said Mary, her mother, from the doorway.
Caledon stopped spraying and the hose went flaccid.
“We weren’t done talking, Heather,” Mary said to her daughter.
The girl groaned.
“And why are you out here half-naked and wet?”
“Cal sprayed me.”
“Get in here.”
Heather lingered by the opening. Caledon nodded for her to comply. She rolled her eyes and went back inside the garage.
“You can goof around with her,” Mary said to her husband. “But can you talk some goddamn sense into her?”
He raised his hands. “Please, I’m not involved in this…”
“She wants to drop out of school, quit work…”
“Can we take the argument back in the house?” Caledon asked.
“She wants to do sex work, Cal!” She crossed her arms at her daughter. “I mean, what makes you think you can do sex work?”
“Cause I’m hot,” Heather said defiantly.
“Oh, who told you that? Uncle Teddy?”
“No. Daddy,” she said, pointing.
“Whoa, who, what?” Caledon said.
Mary threw her hands up. “You deal with her, Cal.”
But Heather stepped forward. “Just go inside and stop being such a bitch, mom.”
Even Caledon had to stop and glance at his wayward stepdaughter.
Mary cocked her head. “I’m trying to keep you from turning into a slut.”
“Like you were before you met Cal?”
“Okay,” Caledon jumped in. “I think we should take a timeout. Separate. Go our separate ways. Chill. Ease up. Cool down. Or at least leave me out of it.”
Mary twirled around and marched back into the house.
Another neighbor strolled by trying not to make eye contact.
“Heather…” Caledon began.
She didn’t listen. She strolled past tipobet365 giriş him towards the door. He took her arm.
“Heather.”
“What?”
“She’s just concerned about you. Imagine a daughter coming up to you and saying, ‘Hey, I want to be a stripper now.’ You know?”
“I’m an adult.”
“But you act like a kid sometimes. And you can’t talk to her like that.”
She scoffed. “Why? What are you going to do about it?”
“Really?”
He returned her challenging look. She shrunk a little with a half smile. He moved closer to her. She began to cringe in playful fear.
“You don’t scare me, daddy…”
He put his hand on her wet hair. He slid it down her back. He rested his hand on her butt.
Then he spanked it hard.
She gasped. “Ooh, you fucker.”
“There. That’s what I’m going to do.”
She punched him. “That didn’t even hurt–unh!”
Another spank shut her up. She was staring up at his playful eyes and serious look. He held on to her arm and pulled her with him as he moved towards the control box. He pressed a button for the garage door to close. As it drew down, his hand was already on her butt.
Just when it closed…
Slap. “Unh! Daddy!”
Two more slaps.
She groaned. He chuckled.
He left his hand there on her butt. A finger tickled her. Another spank made her stand up on her toes. He let her go. She backed away from him. He stared at her nipples poking against the wet T-shirt.
With a growl, she tried to attack him. But he sidestepped her, bent her over, and…
Slap. “Unh.” Slap. “Ugh!” Slap. “Aah!”
“Ha,” he said victoriously.
But she looked back at him. “Do it again, do it again!”
He pulled the stool out and sat on it. She bent over his knees. Her butt was laid out in front of him. He massaged the reddened ass cheeks for a few seconds. Her feet flailed in the air, sandals slipping off.
He spanked her over and over as she gasped, groaned, grunted, and giggled with glee.
When he gave her a break, she grabbed his thighs to stand up a little and thanked him with a sloppy wet kiss.
“Oh, wow,” he tried to say.
But her tongue was all over his mouth. She got up and straddled him, grabbing his face, sucking his tongue, panting desperately.
When she released him, he said, “You like a little pain, now, don’t you?”
She nodded and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. “I love you.”
“Love you, too, bumpkin.”
Hearing that, she hugged him. But then she whispered to him. “More.”
She got up and knelt between his legs. She started unbuckling his belt.
“Hey, you’re not supposed to do that with the clients,” he joked.
She chuckled but concentrated on getting the belt off.
“Not even in the private room, I don’t think.”
She yanked the belt from the loops of his pants. He expected her to grab at his cock, which he had spoiled her with, letting her play with it whenever she wanted and nearly wherever she wanted.
But she didn’t go for his cock. She handed the belt back to him and gave him a look.
“No,” he said.
“Yes,” she said.
Even she seemed a little nervous about it. She walked towards the car, looking back at him to follow. He stood up, concerned. She bent over, holding on to the car. Her wet T-shirt hung. Her ass waited for him.
“Just once,” he said. “You don’t like it, you stop me immediately.”
She nodded. “Do it.”
“Oh, fuck. If it hurts–“
“Dude, do it!”
“Aww, sweetie.”
She closed her eyes and waited.
He made her spread tipobet365 güvenilirmi her legs even more.
She winced and squealed a little, waiting for it.
Then it came.
Not a lash.
His fingers. Working its way into her. She looked back in surprise. He grinned at her.
He scooped her up and backed up with her back onto the stool. He sat down. She sat on him, cock resting against her ass, her legs between his, and began grinding into it.
“See, daddy?” she said. “I can lap dance!”
“Ah,” he said, wrapping his arms around her.
She raised a leg and put a foot on his thigh while he continued fingering her. He grabbed one of her hard nipples and pinched it as hard as he could. She groaned in painful pleasure.
“Oh, oh, oh, I wish Mom could see us now, that bitch,” she moaned with her voice weak, squirming on her stepdaddy’s lap.
He made her stand up and face the side. With his left hand still working his fingers into her, she stood there, gyrating and moaning.
But with the other hand, he gave Heather her first lash with the belt.
Her eyes went wide. “Fuck!” she finally said.
“Do it again?”
She put a finger in her mouth and wondered if she wanted another one. She hesitantly nodded.
He whipped her again. She yelped. Her knees buckled. She dropped to the floor between his legs, slung over his thigh. He patted her hair.
“Ow,” she groaned.
“You wanted to try it.”
“Daddy so mean.”
“No, baby, I’m not, I just…”
She turned and looked up at him with weepy eyes.
“Had to teach you a lesson, sweetie,” he said playfully.
She grinned a little. Then she nuzzled her face against his cock.
“When you talk about your mom like that…” he began.
“Shut up,” she said. “I wanna suck now.”
He edged back. “Okay, sweetie.”
She took his cock into her mouth.
He sighed and leaned back.
They settled down, him enjoying the oral, her busily, quietly sucking him.
He played with her hair while she played with his balls. She took a little break to smile sweetly up at him while she kissed the shaft of his cock. She returned the cock into her mouth.
He had a pained expression on his face.
“I hope I’m not the reason you’re so…”
She stopped to lick, lick, and kiss. “So what?” She sucked again.
“So…nympho…I don’t know…”
She stood up and kissed his lips. She turned and sat on his cock. He held it firm for her.
“Let’s just fuck, daddy.”
“My car…”
“Quick fuck, daddy,” she insisted.
He groaned but complied.
She held her stepdaddy’s knees and bounced up and down on his cock, purring softly and enjoying the sex with her eyes closed.
He sighed, holding her hips and thrusting his body up into her.
He gasped when she stopped to roll her hips in a circle. He grunted when she slid down a little, hurting his cock. He sighed again when she resumed bouncing.
“Finish, daddy,” she told him softly.
He started panting when he was about to cum.
She pulled her body up in time to let his cum shoot up onto the back of her thighs.
She sat back on his lap facing him, dirtying his pants. She stared at him with a grin for a while.
He leaned into her ear. “I think you’ll do fantastic as a sex worker,” he said finally.
She looked at him with a beaming smile.
“But I hope you don’t become that,” he added.
She frowned.
“Now go on, leave me alone, you’re bothering me,” he said. “I gotta finish this car.”
She took his face and said to him, “Fuck you, daddy,” before kissing his lips. She stood up, her pink T-shirt dropping down to cover her up again. She went to the door quietly.
“You are freaking hot, though, I mean, honestly…” he called out to her.
She gave him a playful sideways glance before leaving the garage.