Danielle and Daddy By CD Danielle DISCLAIMER: This story involves sexual situations between one or more crossdressers. Also, this particular fantasy deals with consenting adults role-playing in a Daddy/Step-Daughter scene. If this offends you, please leave. Otherwise, please enjoy this fantasy of mine. Please post wherever you feel and share with your friends and loved ones. All I ask is that my e-mail address remain in place, as I am the sole creator/author of this work. All characters are fictitious except for me, so any similarities are purely by chance. Now read on, and enjoy. If you like what you read, tell me and maybe I'll write more for you all. Thank you... I'd like to take a brief moment and dedicate this story to Red205...you know who you are...thank you. :) Danielle and Daddy – by: CDDanielle ( CDDanielle@aol.com ) Danielle was leaning comfortably against the headboard of her bed, pillow supporting her back, legs folded and pointing to her right, feet in heels, hanging gently off the side of the bed. This particular morning Danielle was wearing black, 6" stiletto high heel platforms and white lace-trim ankle socks with a satin bow at the back of each sock. Beige thigh highs covered her legs to halfway up her thighs. A pair of white cotton panties kept her arousal snuggled firmly in between her legs. A gray and black-checkered cloth mini-skirt flowed gently over her upper thighs and slightly onto the bed. A white satin blouse, buttoned all the way up and topped with a small black tie, was tucked neatly into the waist of the skirt. The shoulder-length black wig was styled into a pair of pigtails, each tail sweetly tied with a white satin ribbon. Danielle was leaning comfortably against the headboard of her bed, paging slowly through a magazine. Nestled in her left arm, she cuddled a teddy bear, one paw of the stuffed bear clutched in her left hand. Her right hand alternated between the turning of the pages and holding the stick of the round, cherry-flavored lollipop she sweetly sucked on. Her lips glistened from both the wetness of the lollipop and the fire engine-red lipstick she'd recently applied. She withdrew the lollipop long enough to draw her moistened tongue over her lips to taste the sweetness left behind by the candy. No sooner had she licked her lips than she slid the lollipop back past her lips and into her waiting mouth. Her tongue traced circles around the broad sides of the pop as she looked at the magazine. She drew the lollipop out of her mouth again, but this time she traced the contours of her lips with the edge of the sweet candy. Her mouth watered. She wasn't sure if it was from the candy or from looking in wanting at the pictures in the magazine. She was so engrossed into the magazine that she didn't hear the heavy footsteps climbing the stairs outside her room. But she did hear the door to her room fly open and she slammed the magazine shut and shoved it under the pillow that was next to her. A second later her stepfather was standing next to her bed, at her feet glaring down at her. A million butterflies suddenly appeared in her stomach. He had never seen her dressed like this before. She looked up at him and watched him as he took in every inch of her beauty. She watched his eyes travel from her feet up her legs and thighs, slightly peeking under her skirt, up over her blouse to her head. There he stopped and stared at her face for what seemed like an eternity. The revelation hit her like a ten-ton weight. He was staring at her mouth, the wet lollipop perched halfway across her closed lips. She reached up hesitantly and drew the pop the rest of the way out of her hot mouth. A string of her saliva mixed with a bit of melted candy connected the top of the pop with her glistening lower lip. The thin sticky tether snapped as she lowered her hand to her lap, but his gaze never left her lips. She licked them nervously and realized her breathing had quickened, so much so that her chest was heaving and her heart was beating furiously in her chest and ears. He never saw her like this and she never expected him to come home early from work, at least never this early. Usually, once he left in the morning, he was on the road until dark. Her real father had split when she was six years old. Reed, her stepfather, had shown up a couple of years later. Two years after that her mom was killed when the commuter plane she was on had crashed. So for the last six years Reed did the best he could to bring up young Danielle. She wasn't the perfect stepdaughter, but she was good. She always tried to listen to him, follow all his instructions. He never hurt her, but she was still unnerved by his gaze. She could only sit there and stare at him. She even found it difficult to look in his eyes. So she focused her eyes downward. A minute later, his deep, commanding voice, broke her thoughts. The one he always used when he was serious about the situation. "Danielle, I asked you why you were home." "I don't know, sir." That was another thing. When you were in trouble you addressed him as 'sir', no questions asked. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his pants-covered thigh pressed against her stocking-covered legs. "You don't know?" She knew it was a lame thing to say, but it had been totally by reflex. But what was she supposed to do? Tell him that she was waiting for a boy from school to come over? What then? "I'm speaking to you, young lady." Uh-oh. A million more butterflies fluttered in her stomach. "Why are you dressed like that and home from school?" he asked, raising his voice a bit, making the headboard vibrate from his deep resonance. She swallowed to try to moisten her dry mouth and throat. She was only partially successful. "I, um, I was going to have a friend over, sir," she whispered. "I see." He reached over to her left and pulled out the magazine from under the pillow and flipping nonchalantly through its contents. He knew what was in there, after all, it was his magazine. "And is this friend a girl or a boy?" She swallowed again, then whispering, "Boy, sir." "And what were you and this boy going to do, Danielle?" For this, she swallowed but could not answer. He glanced from the magazine to her and back again, grinning slyly. He knew. After all, he wasn't an idiot. He flicked through the magazine again, but this time slower, more deliberate. Almost halfway through the magazine, the book popped itself open to a page that Danielle had earmarked. It was a picture printed where he had to turn the book like a Playboy centerfold to see it properly. Reed gazed longingly at the two-page spread. Danielle saw his hand rest softly on the front of his pants and then rub gently a few times. She looked at his face then felt the hot touch of his hand on her right leg. Even though Reed had never made any advances toward her in the past, she felt herself start to get wet. She swallowed hard this time as he fixed his gaze on her face. "Was this what you were going to do to you boyfriend?" She did not hesitate, "Yes, sir." He moved his hand up her leg, over her thigh, past the lace-top band of the thigh high and onto the front of her cotton panties. She liked the contact that he was making with her, and began to get hard. She even opened her legs reflexively, to allow him more access, if he chose to pursue it. "Have you ever done it before?" Danielle was so tuned in to his hand that she didn't hear him. He snapped her back to reality by repeating his question louder, but also calling her a name she'd never expected. "Have you ever done it before, slut?" She finally was able to make prolonged eye contact with him. She felt wetness started flowing as she replied, "One time, sir." He dropped the magazine on the floor and it stayed open to the page Danielle had marked. "Did you enjoy it?" "Yes, sir," she said, a bit more audible than her previous responses. "Of course you did, slut," he said as he got up off the bed. He took a standing position next to the foot of the bed, an imposing figure he was. "Get over here in front of me, slut, on your knees." "Yes, sir." Danielle threw her legs over the side of the bed and placed her high- heeled feet firmly on the floor, deliberately opening her legs and flashing Reed, showing him the large wet spot that formed on the front of her panties. Instead of standing, which would have given Danielle a good four inches in height over Reed, she crouched down on the floor and crawled to him. On her knees, resting back on her heels, she looked up at him demurely, locking her gaze with his. "You know what to do?" "Yes, sir." "Then get to it, cock whore." She tingled all over when he called her 'slut' and 'whore'. She reached up and brushed her hands lightly over the front of his pants, feeling his hard cock through the denim. She took her fingers and traced the outline of the seven-inch hardness. He moaned, but she knew he wanted much more than to be rubbed. So she grasped the waistband and unbuttoned his jeans, lowering the zipper to loosen the pants. Pulling the pants down to his knees, she discovered he wore no underwear and was immediately face-to- face with his hot cock, sticking straight toward her, hard and throbbing, wet with a drop of precum. "Kiss it." "Yes, sir." She licked her lips and tenderly placed a soft kiss on the head of his cock, making sure to get that drop of precum on her lips. He moaned again and pushed his hips slightly toward her, sending a message that he wanted more than just a kiss. So she hotly stuck her tongue out and licked all around the large mushroom of his cockhead while gripping the hard muscle at the base. Her other hand slid softly around to one of his ass cheeks, squeezing and caressing as she licked his cock. "Yeah, that's my little girl." She stroked and licked at the same time. Running her wet lips up and down the underside caused a considerable amount of precum to ooze its way out of the head and down toward her lips. She hungrily sucked it up and moved her mouth closer to the point where the precum was emerging. Twirling her tongue around the head, she gripped the shaft and drew her hand up one time, forcing whatever precum that had gathered inside his cock to come dribbling out onto her fingers. Lust won out over taste as she sluttishly rubbed the fluid all over her lips, coating them with sweet, sticky wetness. "Oh, you're gonna be Daddy's cumslut, aren't you, Danielle?" "Ooh, yes, sir," she said, rubbing a bit more fluid on her lips. "Suck my cock, you whore. I wanna feel your hot slut mouth on me." She didn't answer him this time, no response was needed other than for her to plunge his hot rod into her waiting mouth. He moaned loudly as her lips closed around his shaft and the head of his cock rubbed over her tongue to the back of her throat. She loved it. She loved the feeling it gave her to know how much pleasure she was giving him. She was actually giving herself pleasure because she enjoyed it so much. As he moved in and out of her mouth, she twirled her tongue all around. She tasted the slight sweetness of precum and became so hard she had to pull the top of her panties down to free her throbbing she-cock. She sucked and stroked Reed, all while slowly rubbing herself. "Did I tell you that you could do that, slut?" She quickly removed her hand from her hot hardness and placed it back on his ass, drawing him further into her mouth. She felt the cum start to build in his shaft and felt his balls draw closer together. She knew he would cum soon. "Ooh, you fucking little slut...I don't know what I want more, to spray your face with my cum or to shoot it in your mouth." She'd never swallowed cum before. Tasted it, yes. Spread precum endlessly on her lips, yes. But swallow? She enjoyed the last time she had a cock. Her lover popped it out of her mouth a second before he spurt and it landed all over her lips, chin and cheeks. She had been so turned on by it that as soon as the cum hit her lips, she exploded in her panties, smearing cum all over the inside of her new cotton whites. She loved the feel of those wet panties that she wore them all that day and even to bed that night. "That's it, whore, oh yes." "Mmmm," she moaned on his cock. "You want Daddy to cum for my little cock whore?" "Mm hm," she moaned in response. It was as if he could read her mind and picture her going to bed with cum-soaked panties. He grabbed a pigtail in each hand and began thrusting quickly in and out of her mouth, fucking it relentlessly. She loved how the head felt as it rubbed on her tongue and how the shaft made her lips tingle from the friction. Precum and saliva were building up inside her mouth but since Reed was fucking her face so fast, she couldn't swallow. Thin threads of fluid leaked out the corners of her mouth and down her chin. She still had a good grip on his cock, so his thrusting wasn't gagging her, and she was in heaven. She wanted this moment to last forever. She would always crave the feeling of a hot cock in her mouth. "Get ready you fucking whore, Daddy's gonna cum!" Reed thrust powerfully one last time then quickly withdrew his raging prick from her mouth. The pool of saliva and precum that she was unable to swallow spilled out and dribbled down her chin. A second later she saw and felt the first shot of his hot sperm erupt from his cock and land directly on her lipstick and precum-smeared lips. "Oh, Daddy!," she moaned loudly, threads of cum dripping from one lip to the other. She reached up to rub the hot jism around, but her fingers got in the way of Reed's next few spurts of cum and the sperm splashed in between her fingers and on her cheeks and down her chin and neck. She moved her fingers over her cum-coated cheeks, leaving her open mouth exposed for the next volley of hot love juice. His final two spurts flew directly into her mouth and slid down her tongue to the back of her throat where she swallowed hungrily. It was her first real taste of cum and she loved it. She loved it so much that she plunged his softening cock back in her mouth and sucked and licked it clean of every drop of cum. When she was done with his cock, she sat back on her heels and fingered the cum that was all over her face and neck, occasionally licking some up. "That's my little girl!" he said proudly. She blushed through the cum and said, "Mmm, thank you, Daddy." Sitting down in Danielle's rocking chair to catch his breath, Reed told her, "Now get up on that bed and clean yourself off as best you can." Danielle rose shakily to her feet, as she had been on her knees the whole time. Steadying herself, she turned and climbed onto the bed, stretching her legs and feet, pointing her toes as far away from her body as she could. It felt good to slink on the bed and she knew it would arouse Reed. She turned over and lay on her back, skirt riding high on her stomach. She opened her legs wide, bending at the knees and bringing her heel-clad feet as far up to her as she could. The white cotton panties did little to hold in her hot clitty. "Sexy little slut," he muttered, smiling. Danielle paid only a little attention to her own pleasure as she pumped her she-cock against the band of the panties. Laying there, humping the air, she began to scoop the cum Reed has blasted on her face and neck. Drawing a finger down her nose, she gathered all the cum that had landed there and let the fluid drip off her finger and into her mouth. She then took two fingers and wiped up as much as she could collect off her left cheeks and sucked her fingers like a cock. "Play with your clitty, slut." She didn't need to be told twice. While sucking Reed's cum off her fingers, she grabbed the top of the panties and shoved it under her balls, wedging the panties in place, freeing her raging cock. She took hold of herself and furiously stroked, already lubricated by the oozing precum that had soaked the top of her panties. Her attention alternated between the eating of Reed's cum and her pistoning fist. She gathered up the last gobs of cum from her neck and shoved her fingers in her mouth, sucking hungrily and moaning loudly. With just a few more strokes, Danielle began pumping spurt after spurt of her hot girl-cum all over her she-cock, her jerking hand and her crumpled miniskirt. "That's my little girl," Reed whispered. Danielle lay motionless, except for her heavy breathing. Her left hand, two fingers in her mouth, rested on her chin. Her right hand, cum- covered, still clenched the semi-soft she-cock that was the center of her magnificent orgasm. She lay there, thinking about what had just happened, feeling tingles and shivers all over her body, deciding that wherever she and Reed ended up, she was going to be his personal suck slut forever. She withdrew her fingers from her mouth and her hand fell onto her chest, still rising and falling with her rhythmic panting. "Now clean it up," he commanded. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered. She held the head of her she-cock with a few fingers, pointing the semi- hard muscle towards the ceiling as her free hand began wiping and scooping all the white gobbets of sweet girl-cum. Danielle alternated between wiping the fluid on her cum and lipstick-smeared lips and licking and swallowing the sticky sweetness. The only cum that she left behind was the thin film of stickiness that she was unable to scoop up. "Get up and take off your blouse and skirt." Danielle rose off the bed obediently and shed the two pieces of clothing she was commanded to remove. "Throw them on the chair," Reed said, getting up out of the rocker, partially fastening his pants. She gently put the clothes on the chair and Reed grabbed her hand and led her into the bathroom that was just outside her room. The cold fluorescent light gave Danielle the look of a used, wanton hooker. Lipstick smeared, bra straps off her shoulders, panties stained with precum, thigh high stockings mussed. She saw herself in the mirror and saw how used she looked. She loved what she saw and grinned to herself in the reflection of the glass. "Get in the tub and sit, just like you were on the bed when I walked in on you." "Yes, Daddy," she said, climbing carefully into the tub. "Hurry, I can't hold it." Danielle mimicked the pose of the one she was in when she was on the bed looking through Reed's porn magazine. She looked up sweetly at him, locking her eyes with his. He stood at the side of the tub and swiftly undid his pants and whipped out his semi-hard member. In no time a stream of hot yellow liquid shot out of his cock. At first he pointed the end of the flow onto Danielle's neck, urine streaming down her chest, belly and soaking her panties. Reed slowly lowered the flow of urine down to drench her panties, turning the white fabric to yellow. As he relieved himself on Danielle's body and lingerie, he felt himself getting close to being empty. So he pointed the head of his cock and sprayed the last of his hot piss down her stockinged legs and soaked her socks and high heels. When he was finished emptying his bladder on his stepdaughter, he grabbed her head and wiped what urine was left on the head of his cock all over her face. "Get out and get dressed, whore," he said, yanking her out of the tub, making her heels slide on the slippery surface. "Yes, sir," she said, leaving the bathroom as Reed's cold urine dripped out of her panties and down her legs. He could hear the wet swishing of her feet in her heels as Danielle hurriedly made her way to the chair to retrieve her clothes. "Make it quick, you fucking whore, I wanna fuck that sweet ass," he said as he removed his pants. Danielle dressed as quick as she could. As she adjusted the buttons and zippers, she noticed Reed leering at her, stroking his cock to complete hardness. Seeing him in that position gave her an electric tingle in the base of her girlcock. "Get on the bed, on your back." "Yes, Daddy," she said, hurrying to comply. In no time, his cock was in her mouth, pistoning in and out. "Get it wet, slut." She worked on his cock, top to bottom, over and under, soaking it with her saliva. When he was satisfied she'd done as commanded, he mounted the bed. Pulling her panties just far enough away from her ass, he wiped the head of his rock-hard pole over the entrance to her ass-pussy. Then he wasted no time shoving himself into her love channel. "Daddy!" she screamed, the pain searing through her body, centering on her once-virgin asshole. "Take it, slut!" He pulled out about three-quarters of the way then rammed back into her, causing Danielle to bump her head on the bed's massive headboard. "Uh...Daddy!" "Shut up, you worthless cunt!" He fucked her relentlessly. In and out he pumped her boy-pussy, a froth building up from the precum and her spit, dripping onto the bed. She finally felt no pain, but felt the tremendous pressure that he was exerting inside of her body. "F-fuck me, Daddy!" Words he loved to hear. His arousal grew as well as his hardness. Pumping harder, Danielle's ass-cheeks shook like Jell-O with every thrust. Her legs, lewdly up in the air, swung back and forth in rhythm to his pistoning member. "Fill me with your c-cum, Daddy!" "You want it, don't you slut?" "Oh, y-yes, show me you love me, Daddy. C-cum inside me, Daddy!" It was about as much as he could take. Between the tightness of her ass and her slutty talk, Reed felt the hot flow of cum start to course through his cock. He grabbed Danielle's thighs and plunged his cock all the way into her hole with such force, she smacked her head on the bed. They both felt the cum stream out of his cock like the piss he'd just taken on her. He lost himself in the orgasm he felt deep in his balls, she lost herself in the feeling of his hot cum coating the inside of her love channel. In doing so, she gripped the sides of the mattress, her she-cock spewing a load of girl-cum in her piss-soaked panties. He spurted more inside her, she spurted more in her panties, her fluid mixing with his. "Oh..my..God..Daddy!...uh!..Daddy!" He couldn't spurt another drop and collapsed on top of her. She didn't have a drop left either and brought her arms up off the bed to wrap them around Reed. They lay there, arms wrapped around each other, panting, catching their breaths. He planted soft kisses on her lips and cheeks, telling his stepdaughter how beautiful she was and how much he loved her. She returned his kisses and told him how much she loved serving him. "You're so beautiful, Danielle. Get yourself cleaned up and changed, and I'll take you out." "Yes, Daddy," she said, basking in the glow of the best orgasm she's ever felt, then deeply kissing him.