Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii & Ty5550]
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				Title: <strong>Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Ty5550]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 03:44:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j309/Otachii/l_c498dc4166674811bc8f525b0360e39b.jpg)</div>Everyone who knew Princess Coviello—and there weren't a lot of people who didn't—knew that the young woman always got what she wanted. No matter the cost, no matter who she hurt or had to step on to get it, Princess always obtained that which she desired. Some called her selfish, others called her a heartless bitch but, to a girl like Princess, petty name calling was irrelevant. She could care less what other people thought, as long as what she was doing was making her happy in some way, anyway, then she was just fine. That's why Princess ignored the warnings of her friends and had decided that she would finally make her move on a senior she had been crushing on for the past few months. Princess knew he had a girlfriend—she didn't need her friends to remind her of that—but of course, she just didn't care. <br><br>Why should she have to feel guilty about it? Craig had been flirting with her for months, he was clearly interested and, why shouldn't he be? Princess was a very attractive girl. Her petite form was slender yet curved out deliciously in all the right places. She had big buoyant breasts, wide welcoming hips and the kind of perfectly sculpted backside that men rapped about. That day she had hiked up the black skirt of her school uniform so that it fluttered high upon her luscious thighs. <br><br>She'd <em>forgotten]</em> to button the top few buttons of her pale blue blouse when she sat across from Craig and that little pet he called a girlfriend. She knew the young man had noticed, she could see it in the way his eyes dazed whenever he glanced her way. Then when she asked him if he'd come over to help her “study” for her math final—a subject the boy himself was failing—he had beamed and practically panted his agreement. So of course Princess couldn't keep that little self-satisfied grin her lips were curled in when she slammed the door of Craig's car behind her. Her sharp black heals clicked on the stone walkway that served as their driveway. It circled around a large fountain decorated with floral shrubbery before coming together to form the long rode that led to the front gate of the home. <br><br>Craig gaped in amazement at the sheer size of the house and the well manicured land that surrounded it. Everyone knew Princess was rich but people always seemed shocked to see just how much she had. “Coming Craig?” She called back from the wide front steps, not bothering to look back as she through open the huge mahogany double doors. He was behind her immediately, her books clutched at his side as he tucked her under the other. He was a very tall boy and Princess fit well under his arm. <br><br>Her grin grew wider though faltered when she looked up the wide carpeted staircase that took up most of the expansive front hall. Princess's deep brown eyes rolled at the sight of her stepfather coming down the stairs and, she tugged Craig along swiftly for them. “Hello Drake.” She said numbly, not a trace of warmth in her voice as she mounted the stairs as quickly as she could with Craig stumbling with the confusion of her sudden change in mood. “We're going to be studying—big math final Friday. Don't bother us.” She commanded as she shifted to take Craig's hand and hurry him up the stairs, leaving little time for her stepfather's response. <br><br>The boy followed, offering a fleeting smile of greeting to the other male before Princess turned at the top of the stairs and ushered him down a long hallway into her wing. They made it to her room in record time and, the minute they were through the door, her books were discarded to the floor when she threw herself at him. He was shocked, but pleased and responded accordingly; wrapping her up in his long arms and lifting her up into the kiss. It was fiery, so much so that Princess felt the heat of his tongue would scorch her as it invaded his mouth. She gave a muffled sound of approval when he stumbled for her bed and dropped them down into the softness of the mattress. Her shapely legs curled around the back of his thighs, fingers curling in his shaggy blonde mane as his hands groped their way up her sides. <br><br>They found her breasts and squeezed, making Princess moan, her head lulling back to break their kiss. His lips trailed along her throat, his long fingers pulling at the buttons of her blouse to open the collar. His tongue lapped at her cleavage to make her shiver, his skilled hand shifting the fabric of shirt and bra to expose one of her breasts. Princess arched up when the boy's lips and tongue dragged around her nipple, her moan more drawn out as she began to rock her hips up toward his. He pushed his down, gyrating against her in a slow easy motion that made her thighs clench around his thighs. They were moving very fast, but of course; that was Princess's entire reason for bringing Craig to her house. She'd finally made up her mind that the time was right to lose her virginity and, Craig was the lucky, blessed boy, who would get it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Ty5550]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 00:48:09</strong>
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				Drake had been in his personal office working on the computer and doing some business.&nbsp; Even though he was rather loaded with money, he liked to stay in practice.&nbsp; He had his own little business over the internet where he would make little programs and web sites, putting his college education to work.&nbsp; He liked to stay in practice for it was something that he enjoyed and he needed to stay in practice just in case he needed to really make a living off it once again.&nbsp; After all, in a couple of years his step daughter would be turning eighteen and would be taking most of her deceased mother's wealth with her.<br><br>Being a resourceful individual, he had searched for a way to claim and hold onto some of that wealth, more than the small percentage his wife had left him with before she died in the accident.&nbsp; Unfortunately, there was no way around the clauses and because of the law it would all be given to his already spoiled rotten step daughter.&nbsp; The only way he would be able to hold onto such a life would be if she decided to share the wealth or continue to live with him after she turned eighteen, there was a fat chance at that though.&nbsp; She loathed him and he knew it...he was the one driving the car when they crashed and her mother -his wife was killed.&nbsp; Even before then it had always been awkward between them and they never really bonded or got along.&nbsp; He was just the guy she was stuck with since her mother was gone and she was underage still.<br><br>It was a pity, even though he had married her mother mostly for wealth, she was a beautiful woman.&nbsp; She had her defects though, she could be a rather stuck-up bitch at time, a trait that had been handed down to her daughter.&nbsp; The beauty had also been handed down, Drake had not missed how much Princess had blossomed into a beautiful woman with a very sexy body.&nbsp; She was very curvaceous, enough to catch the eyes of any man and make them stir with arousal and lust.&nbsp; He was no exception, as much as he tried to convince himself that he hated the spoiled rotten "princess", he knew that he was attracted to her and found his eyes lingering on her round ass or busty breasts whenever she walked in or out of a room.<br><br>Scratching at the rough of his beard, he sighed as he walked out of his study and down the hall toward the staircase.&nbsp; He was wearing just some loosely fitted jeans and a white t-shirt that clung tightly to his muscular chest, outlining his lean and cut abdomen a bit.&nbsp; He liked to work out in order to keep in shape since he was getting up there in age and spent most of his time working on a computer and playing around on it.&nbsp; For a wealthy man, he always liked to dress rather casual as well from his habits that he had before he married.<br><br>Coming down the stairs, he raised his head as he noticed Princess coming up and dragging a boy along with her.&nbsp; Pausing, he raised an eyebrow as she said hello in a rather sarcastic tone and said that they were going to be studying for some final.&nbsp; What really grasped his attention was how she said not to bother them.&nbsp; Nodded slowly, his eyes followed them as they went up the stairs and into her room, he watched her round bottom sway the entire time until the door closed.&nbsp; Narrowing his eyebrows, he knew right away that they were not up to anything good.&nbsp; Princess liked to get what she wanted, that meant boys as well.&nbsp; As far as he knew she was still a virgin but had boys tripping over her all the time, doing her favors and she would make out with a handful of them.&nbsp; Could not really blame the boys, had he been a teen again he would be doing the same thing in order to get a shot at a piece of Princess's rocking body.<br><br>Drake was a rather intelligent man, he tended to be very observant and analytical, it helped to make him cunning and manipulative which allowed him to land into such a marriage that provided him with wealth.&nbsp; While he liked what he did with computers, he was not one that liked to work all the time and liked to work at his own pace and schedule.&nbsp; So it provided a dilemma and the only way out was to land in a position that provided a lot of money for him with little work.&nbsp; Marriage to a rich and fine lady was the answer.&nbsp; Many times the idea of manipulating Princess in the same way he did with her mother in order to win her over so that he would not have to worry about work again and losing all that money and this life style.<br><br>So being the kind of man he was, he could tell something was up.&nbsp; No two teenagers of the opposite sex went into a room alone and closed the door just to study, not when the girl was as fine as Princess.&nbsp; Besides the guy she was with looked like he was a senior, two years and two grade levels above her.&nbsp; There was no way they were in the same class and taking the same test, so there was no reason to be studying together.&nbsp; Turning, he started to walk back up to the steps to investigate.&nbsp; Putting his ears to the door, he listened carefully.&nbsp; He did not mind if they made-out, sex was a whole other story.&nbsp; For some reason he felt possessive and protective over her, maybe it was jealousy and he wanted to be the one to claim her virginity and have no one else touch her.<br><br>Waiting for just a bit, he started to hear sounds of passion.&nbsp; They were definitely going at it.&nbsp; Drake turned the knob and threw the door open as he burst in.&nbsp; His face turned into that one of pure rage and anger as he saw the boy on top of Princess, pinning her to the bed as her breasts were exposed and he was feasting on them.&nbsp; "What the hell do you think you are doing?&nbsp; Filthy dog, get your hands off my Princess."&nbsp; He yelled as he grabbed him by the shoulder and used his strength to throw him off of her.&nbsp; He then moved between the two of them, standing with his back to her as he faced the boy and pointed at him.&nbsp; "Get your shit and get moving, I don't want to see you here ever again or I will cut your balls off!"&nbsp; The boy was obviously frightened for being caught in the middle of this and he scrambled and stumbled out as if he could not get away fast enough.&nbsp; Drake chased him to the stairs, the boy practically leaped down them as he bound out the door at full speed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Ty5550]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 05:00:12</strong>
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				It was safe to say that the last thing on Princess's mind was her step father. In fact, it was hard for her to focus her mind on anything other then the feeling of Craig's lips on her breasts. The way his hips rocked into hers to cause that wonderful friction between her thighs made her quiver and moan. It was fantastic; or at least to Princess it was. She was so sensitive, so receptive to touch. It didn't matter that Craig's kisses where sloppy and his gyration uneven, it still felt good. <br><br>It was messy teenage foreplay, as good as it got when you were only sixteen. Craig's hands moved over Princess's thighs, gripping the tender flesh to elevate her legs high on his back, opening her legs wider. Her fingers gripped fiercely at his hair and, her body writhed wildly beneath his. Her sounds of pleasure grew louder when the rock of his hips grew more persistent. His lips sucked and nipped at the pulse on her neck as his hands gripped and massaged her buttocks, holding her in tightly against his pelvic attention. It was perfect, everything was going exactly as Princess had planned, just like she wanted. <br><br>And then it wasn't. Her head swam in a light daze from the pleasure, so she didn't immediately realize what was happened when Drake kicked in the door. She sat up quickly but gave little reaction but to blink repeatedly and stare, she didn't even realize her chest was still exposed. <em>'His Princess.'</em> What the hell was he talking about? Her eyes widened when Drake threw her poor young male guest to the ground and threatened his very masculinity. She gaped, calling out to the boy as her stepfather chased him from the room, prompting Princess to jump off of the bed. <br><br>Quickly adjusting the cups of her lace pearl pink bra back over her bosom Princess followed the two of them out of her room. Her legs felt a little wobbly but it was nothing extreme and, though her panties were damp there was no real discomfort. Clearly her body knew true sexual talent even if her mind couldn't yet recognize it. “Craig come back!” She shouted over the banister, leaning across it as if reaching for him. But the boy didn't even look back and Princess was dumbfounded. <br><br>She shot those abysmal brown eyes toward her stepfather, who stood at the top of the stares and, her pink-tinged face immediately turned a bright shade of red. “What the fuck?!!” She shrieked, pushing off the banister and stalking toward her stepfather. The force of her steps caused those delicious, barely covered breasts of hers to bounce heavily on her chest, left exposed by her open shirt. “What the hell did you do that for?” She continued to yell, giving Drake a firm shove she knew would not send him anywhere, he was far too large compared to her petite, though luscious form. <br><br>“Are you psycho? Are you fucking stupid? Now he'll never talk to me again!” She fumed, clearly enraged by her stepfather's interference. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You had no right! No right at all!” She shoved him again for clear measure, obviously not caring if he lost his footing and went stumbling down the stairs.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daddy's Little Princess [Otachii &amp; Ty5550]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 03:37:08</strong>
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				The smug smirk of victory faded from his lips as Drake turned to look at Princess leaning over the railing and calling out to her teen lover.&nbsp; It was a disgusting sight, not her...she was as gorgeous and sexy as ever and he felt as compelled as ever to have her with the way her bra barely held and concealed her large, busty breasts and the way she wore her skirt which was riding so high.&nbsp; It was clear she had dressed to be enticing today, she probably had every intention of drawing the attention of the boys at school and teasing their raging hormones with her appearance.&nbsp; She probably even planned on bringing one home with her to fuck, after all, Princess did always get what she wanted.&nbsp; Drake was about to draw the line though.<br><br>Even as she turned to confront him and shot him a glare, his eyes were still hooked on her impressive cleavage being held in place by her pink bra.&nbsp; As she yelled though, his eyes shot up at hers, catching the hue on her cheeks.&nbsp; It seemed he had embarrassed her as well as made her mad, that was good.&nbsp; Scowling at her, his eyebrows furrowed as a dangerous gleam flared across his eyes.&nbsp; In his expression alone it was obvious that he was furious.&nbsp; Drake grunted angrily with frustration, irritation, and annoyance as she shoved him.&nbsp; It was almost funny the way her small hand just seemed to bounce off his thick, firm, and muscular body as she went at him with weak lungs and blows.<br><br>Drake stepped back in motion with her advancement as she yelled, being cautious only so he did not end up missing a step and tumbling down the stairs.&nbsp; It was hard for him to even get anything out at the moment as she was ranting and just letting things burst and fly out of her mouth, clearly just getting out whatever came to mind first...though he was sure that some of what Princess was saying was just bottled up feelings and opinions that she actually had toward him as a step father.<br><br>Then he burst, "don't you dare raise your voice to me and don't you dare talk to me like that!"&nbsp; Grabbing her by the shoulder, he pulled her close and then turned around, doing a one eighty as he brought her against the wall, using his strength to press her back against it as he trapped and pinned her.&nbsp; "As long as you are living with me, then I am the boss and you live by my rules!"&nbsp; Now he was the one that was shouting angrily as he looked down at her.&nbsp; "You may think you are actually a little princess, but you are not eighteen yet which means you do what I say so I had every right to throw that little deviant out!"<br><br>Scoffing, he shook his head as he at the tipping point and ready to snap.&nbsp; "You can't just do whatever the hell you want all the time, especially when it means flaunting yourself around like a piece of meat and waiting for someone to take a bite.&nbsp; I mean look at you..."&nbsp; He stated as his eyes looked down at her with lust and hunger, all this excitement was really getting his blood boiling and getting him hot and bothered.&nbsp; "If you want to act like a slut then I will treat you like one!"&nbsp; Drake hastily grabbed at her pink bra and with his strength he ribbed the pink cloth away from her bust, breaking the clasp and sending it clattering to the floor as her large tits were freed and bounced and jiggled until they fell still in their natural, perky place on her chest.&nbsp; Using both hands, he grabbed and squeezed, getting two handfuls of her soft, smooth and plump flesh.&nbsp; "Is this what you want?!"
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