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Daddy's Sex Kitten, The Collection

By´╝ÜBelle Hart


I wake up and open my eyes to find myself in my childhood bedroom. I am confused for a moment. Then I remember what happened. I walked in on my husband Chad having sex with another woman. At his office! He was actually doing it with her on his office floor. He was working late. I was going to surprise him with a sandwich for dinner. Guess I was the surprised one.

We’d been married for a year. I’m only 21. I decided to go back to my mother’s house to stay for a while. When I got here I was surprised to learn my stepfather had just discovered my mother was cheating on him. She left him last night for her boyfriend she’d been chatting with online. Wow.

My stepdad, Jason, is ten years younger than my mom. He’s in his mid-thirties. He’s a banker. He’s gorgeous. Tall, wide shoulders, muscles from working out, reddish blond hair, tan skin, sparkly green eyes. Yes, I’ve noticed these things. I have no idea what my mother’s boyfriend is like, but how can she leave Jason?

I stretch my body as I lie in the bed thinking. It’s Saturday morning. I have no idea what I will do now. I have no job. I was a housewife. I used to be a model. During my childhood and teen years. I have naturally platinum blond hair. Kind of rare, I guess. I stopped modeling because I wasn’t tall enough to continue it into adulthood. I’m only 5’4”. Also, my breasts grew to be rather ample, double D’s. You’d think that’d be okay in the mainstream modeling world, but they actually do prefer smaller breasts, or average sized. The kind of modeling available to busty women was not the kind I was interested in.

I went to college for a few years, but I could never decide on a major. I have no idea what I want to do. So when I got married, I decided to be a housewife. Chad was okay with that. And now I am totally lost. Jason said I am welcome to stay here as long as I need to. He certainly understands how I feel. Last night we stayed up late talking about it. And drinking a little bit.

The vibes got a little weird and overly sexual, so we both decided to call it a night. I climb out of bed now a little awkwardly. I’m still feeling a little tipsy. No headache, though. Nice. I’m wearing a really long white T-shirt, and my long curly hair is a little messy as I step out into the hall. I need a glass of water.

Jason doesn’t seem to be up yet. I make myself some cereal and take it back to my bedroom. I feel kind of weird living in a house with just my stepdad. He married my mother when I was 16. We never spent a whole lot of time together alone before.

When I finish my cereal, I crawl into bed again and pull the covers up to my chin. I’m probably depressed, but I don’t care. What else am I going to do today? It’s hard to erase the image of Chad pounding his dick into his gorgeous red-haired secretary from my mind. And the moaning. I may vomit. I close my eyes and try to think of nicer things. Puppies? I don’t know. I need more sleep.



I wake up to someone saying my name.

“Nichole?” he says. Then he pats my shoulder a bit. I open my eyes groggily.

“Jason?”

My stepdad is sitting on my bed, dressed and ready for the day. The light in the room is different. Shadows have shifted.

“What time is it?” I ask.

“Three thirty in the afternoon.”

“Oh, my.”

He laughs. “Yeah, you kind of overslept. I thought I should wake you. Or see if you’re… depressed.”

“Duh,” I say, and pull the covers over my head.

“None of that,” he says, pulling the blankets off my head. “I know how you feel. I spent the day at the shooting range trying to hit bullseyes. Not sure it helped.” He looks a little forlorn now.

“Alright, I’ll get up,” I say. “But only if we stop talking about the obvious spouse problems. Let’s ignore them and pretend they don’t exist.”

“Hmm,” he says. “Okay. I’m going to order a pizza. And then we can… play video games or something.”

“Or you can teach me how to play video games,” I say. “Not sure I know how.”

“Okay. Good. Up up.” He smiles at me and wanders out of my room to make the call.

“Pepperoni?” he calls back to me.

“Yes, please,” I call back.



Well, we’ve started the drinking again. We ate pizza, played video games all evening, then Jason broke out the beer. I’ve only had a beer and a half, but he’s starting to look damn irresistible to me. We are sitting close on the couch and my feet are curled up on an ottoman. I’m facing him.

“I can’t believe she left you. You’re gorgeous. What was she thinking?” I suddenly blurt out. I’m too tipsy to even be embarrassed about it.

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