Daddy’s Naughty Girls
Volume 2
Featuring
My Daddy, The Politician by Virginia Wade
Feeling Daddy’s Whip by Katie Cramer
My Stepfather by Carl East
Daddy’s Naughty Girls, Volume 2
Copyright © 2012
Published by I Love Stacy
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My Daddy, The Politician
By Virginia Wade
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Feeling Daddy’s Whip
By Katie Cramer
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My Stepfather
By Carl East
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Table of Contents
My Daddy, The Politician
By Virginia Wade
Chapter One
I’ve been in the foster care system since I was eleven. My mom was a drug addict, who died with a needle in her arm, and I have no idea who my father is, nor do I care. A year ago, my life took a drastic turn when I was adopted by Senator Ash Conley and his wife, Rebecca. I’d been knocking on the door of emancipation, nearly tasting freedom, but even I could see the advantage of attaching myself to a wealthy family. My street smarts hadn’t steered me wrong…yet.
As I sat on the toilet with my foot on the edge of the bathtub, I dragged on the end of a cigarette, while damp, freezing air chilled me from an open window. I stared out at the lights of Chicago from the fashionable townhouse near Millennium Park. It was Friday and my “father” would be home for weekend.
“And, you’re at it again!”
I gasped. Rebecca had barged into the bathroom. She stood with her hands on her hips; a scowl on her face pinched the lines between her eyes, despite the recent Botox injections.
“Put that cigarette out, Nikki. Right now!”
I tossed it out the window and slid down the sash. “Are you happy?”
“It’s not good for you to smoke.”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t look at me that way, young lady.”
She was getting ready to go out. Her skirt was pressed, her blouse was starched, and her makeup had been applied with veneered perfection. The large diamond on her finger sparkled distractingly.
“Your father’s home. I’m telling him about your smoking habits.”
I shrugged. “Go ahead.”
“Let’s go. Right now!” She waved at me impatiently. “And, while we’re at it, you can tell him about that D you got in Chemistry.”
She stared at my torn jeans with disdain, her eyes lingering on my full breasts, which even an industrial strength bra could not hide. I followed Miss Prim and Proper down a plushly carpeted hallway to an enormous staircase that graced a three-story foyer. When I had first entered this house, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. A year later, I knew it for what it was: an empty showcase, as fake as the people who dwelled within it. But I wasn’t the only one living here. I had a younger brother and sister, Miranda and Thomas, that the Conley’s had adopted as well. They were shepherded by nannies, and I rarely saw them.
We’d reached our destination. The book-lined study had a roaring fireplace, which made the interior warm and cozy. Senator Conley was seated behind a large mahogany desk with reading glasses on, as he stared into a computer monitor. My body reacted the same way every time I saw him. I tingled with nervous energy, my insides flipping over with anticipation. I rarely saw my “father”, because he worked in Washington during the week and on the weekends he attended various functions and fundraisers. With an election on the horizon, his workload had increased dramatically.
“Ash. Nikki has something to confess.”
He glanced up. “What?”
“I caught her in the bathroom smoking, again.”
Removing his glasses, he leaned back in his seat. I never got tired of looking at his face, the strong jawline, the noble nose, and those eyes, which seemed to heat me from within. I’d seen my fair share of senators this year, from the events I had been forced to attend. They all looked waxed over and phony, some going so far as to wear makeup. Ash would never do that, even for a televised debate, because, in my opinion, he was organic and sexy without trying.
“I think it’s time she faces some consequences, don’t you?”
He stood and came around the desk. He wore dress slacks and a slightly opened shirt. His tie was on the desk. “You’re not supposed to smoke in this house.”
That’s all you’re going to say to me? Disappointment registered. “I know.”
Rebecca’s cellphone buzzed. “Dang it! I have to get that. Please lecture her, Ash. She can’t keep breaking the rules like this.” She glanced at me angrily. “And, tell him about that Chemistry grade.” She left the room with the phone to her ear.
Ash crossed his arms over his chest. We stared at each other for a long minute, neither speaking. The sound of the crackling fire filled the room.
“You’re too old for me to tell you what to do.”
I had turned eighteen last week. “I hate Chemistry.”
He nodded. “Do you need a tutor?”
“Maybe.”
His eyes roamed me, pausing on my breasts and then lowering to my jeans, which I had cut holes into. The edges of the holes had frayed, and they hung open, revealing smooth skin.
He swallowed visibly. “Smoking’s a bad habit.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you a smoker? I mean; are you addicted?”
“No. I just like the occasional cigarette.”
“It’s not good for you.”
“I won’t do it again.”
He seemed surprised by that. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“You can turn it off just like that?”
“Sure.”
The wheels in his head seemed to be spinning. “Are you happy here?”
“I…think so.”
“Why the hesitation?”
“I don’t have a lot of friends.” That was an understatement. I had nothing in common with my blue-blooded, filthy rich classmates. I could not understand what motivated them, and I didn’t care to try. Girls my age were malnourished, vacuous twits.
“It’s been an adjustment for you. You’ve moved around a lot.” His arms were still over his chest, as a defensive barrier.
I stepped closer. “Do you like me?”
Surprise registered in the gray eyes. “Of course.”
“You don’t regret adopting me?”
“Why would you say that?”
“I don’t exactly fit in with your perfect family. I’m still not really understanding why I’m here in the first place. Did you need an extra person for the Christmas photo?”
His arms dropped; his defenses were down. “Let’s talk. Come sit with me.” I joined him on a firm, leather sofa. He looked at me earnestly. “We want you to be a part of our lives, Nikki. It’s not for a photo op. I can’t believe you’d think that.”
I glanced around. “It’s a nice house and everything, but…I get lost here. I can’t relate. It’s like an alien planet.”
Guilt shone in his eyes. “It’s my fault. I haven’t been around a lot. With the election coming up, it’ll only get worse. I barely spend time with Miranda and Thomas.” He leaned towards me. “But, please, if you need anything, if you want to talk, I’m here for you. If you need a tutor, I’ll arrange it. I’m sorry you feel you don’t fit in. I wish there was something I could do to change that.”
He meant what he was saying. I’d learned to read people well over the years, and he was being sincere. He was real. I could talk to him. I said the first thing that sprang to mind. “Can I have a hug?”
“Of course.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, but it wasn’t enough. I found myself on his lap with my head on his shoulder, his arms around me, warm and protecting. I sighed. He smelled lightly of spicy, woodsy cologne that teased my senses and aroused me like nothing else. I’d had foster daddies before who had crossed the line and abused me. I’d suffered plenty. He wouldn’t do that, but I wanted him to.
“You’ve had a rough life, haven’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“We shouldn’t be sitting like this.”
“Just a little longer.” His arms tightened around me. The fire crackled, the embers throwing out splashes of light against the walls. It felt so good to be held, to be embraced. He was warm and comforting. His beard scratched my face, as I pressed my nose into his neck, inhaling the sweet smell of his skin.
“Nikki.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
I glanced at him. We were shockingly close, inappropriately close. He was handsome from a distance, but at this proximity, his lips were soft and inviting, practically begging me to taste them. That long, lingering moment revealed the extent of both of our desires, as his cock pressed into my bottom and my panties dampened. His chest rose and fell, with the labored breathing of someone struggling against base instincts and torn between decorum and lust. He was on the edge of losing control.
“Have you lectured her, Ash?” It was Rebecca.
I jumped from his lap and stared at the bookcase, my heart pounding in my chest.
He cleared his throat. “Yes, honey. She promised not to smoke again, and we’re getting her a tutor in Chemistry. Right, Nikki?”
I glanced at him. “Yeah. That sounds about right.”
Chapter Two
Later that night, I ran a bath and poured in a healthy quantity of bubble bath. My bathroom wasn’t particularly large, but the tub was oversized, and I loved it. What I really enjoyed was the detachable nozzle that allowed me to adjust the setting to a stream. I lay back and held the gushing water to my pussy, which made me tingle and shiver with sensual delight. The image that teased my mind was of Senator Conley. Those warm, gray eyes seemed to see right through me. I had wanted to kiss him badly tonight.
“Oh, my God…”
He wanted me too. I’d felt his desire. I wasn’t imagining things. The water pushed against my clit, feeling soft and fluttery, yet stimulatingly delicious. My breasts bobbed above the waterline, my nipples pink and hard. One of my foster daddies used to love to press them together and thrust his cock in-between. He’d ejaculate in the small indentation of my neck. That memory usually had me cringing, but, tonight, I welcomed it. It made me feel like a dirty girl. The things I wanted to do to Ash were naughty. First I wanted to kiss him, possibly for hours. Then I wanted to suck his nipples and kiss and suck my way to his cock, which I would devour, making him squirt down my throat. I felt an almost desperate need to please him.
“Umm…ooohhh…”
My head fell back as the orgasm ravaged my system with a burst of pleasure. The muscles in my tummy trembled, and my pussy clenched. I stared at the ceiling for long, pulsing minutes, enjoying the aftereffects. I sat immersed for a long time, letting the water soothe me. Then I got out and put on a nightgown. Combing my long, fawn colored hair, I stared at myself in the mirror. A tall, thin girl with huge dark eyes stared back at me. I’d heard rumors that my mother was once a model. She’d traveled the world in the eighties, working with some of the most famed photographers of that time. She’d also developed a nasty drug habit, which she managed to kick long enough to have me. I remember being around six when it returned, and the effects had been devastating. Shrugging off the morbid thoughts, I climbed into bed and shut off the light.
My stepsister, Miranda woke me the next morning. The Conley’s had adopted her when she was an infant. “Wake up! Mommy says you have to wake up.”
I stared at the cute blonde sitting on my bed. “Go away.”
She giggled, “We’re going out soon. You have to come.”
I groaned. She pushed against me, and I grabbed her, rolling with her, trying to tickle her.
“Help!” she giggled, and screamed. “Stop it!” Her laughter filled my ears, as she kicked and squirmed. “Ha-ha-ha…!”
“What’s going on in here?” It was Ash.
I let go of Miranda, and she sprang from the bed. “Daddy!”
He picked her up. “Was that you making all that noise?”
She giggled in reply.
I sat up and stared at him. He was fully dressed in a suit and tie. He’d shaved and combed his hair. A rush of longing gripped me, and I struggled not to fling myself at him.
“We’re going to the Children’s Hospital luncheon, Nikki. I thought you were coming with us?”
“I can get ready in a sec.”
He nodded. “Alright. We’ll be waiting for you.”
“Okay.”
He took Miranda and left. I dressed quickly in clothing I would normally never wear. I was most comfortable in jeans and t-shirts. Now I found myself in a gray and white dress and heels. I pulled my hair into a ponytail, the shiny tresses falling down my back. I rushed to apply mascara, eyeliner, and blush. When I was presentable, I met my esteemed family in the foyer, as they buttoned coats and prepared to exit the house.
“There she is, finally,” said Rebecca. “You look nice, darling.”
“Thanks.”
She handed me my coat. “This goes best with that dress.” Miranda and Thomas raced around, giggling and laughing. “Stop that! Behave yourselves.” They would be in the second car with their nannies.
As we settled ourselves in the limo, I sat across from Ash and Rebecca, who held a mirror, which she used to inspect herself. She prattled on about nonsensical issues, while dabbing and picking and fussing with her face. All the while, I stared at Ash, noticing that something had changed drastically between us. He stared back, unblinkingly, which had me tensing and tingling in my pussy. I gripped the edge of the plush seat, my knees pressed together.
“So I told her, if she wants to interview me with the kids, that’s fine,” said Rebecca. “I just don’t want them prying about the whole adoption issue, you know?” She glanced at Ash.
“What?”
“That woman from the Tribune, that reporter bitch. Remember the hatchet job they did on you last year?”
He breathed, “Yes, honey. I’m not really worried about that.”
“I am. It’s your reputation. I don’t want them taking pot shots at you, just because they think they can.”
“They will anyhow. It’s the nature of the beast.”
“Ugh.” She held up the mirror, applying lipstick.
I stared at Ash, meeting his gaze head-on. Tingles burst in my tummy, making me swallow hard. His eyes seemed to scan my face from my ears, to my nose, to my mouth. A slight smile played on his lips as he stared inquisitively, with underpinnings of longing.
The spell was broken, when the vehicle pulled to the curb of a huge gray building. We were met with a hoard of photographers, who would follow us into The Children’s Cancer Center and from room to room. I’d learned to smile and pose, clearly having the genetic advantage for this sort of thing; the one skill of my mother’s that was useful. I enjoyed children, so laughing and joking with them about silly things came naturally. I didn’t have to plaster a smile on my face like Rebecca and perform like a highly-strung robot. I hugged and touched the little ones, sometimes tears springing to my eyes at their suffering. Most were attached to I.V.’s and machines, which curtailed their movement. One little girl with soft eyes and a baldhead brought me to tears. I left the room and sought shelter in the hallway. The photographers had disappeared, having gotten the photos they needed.
“What’s wrong?”
I turned to find Ash.
He was with one of his advisers. “Gary, can you leave us for a sec?”
“Sure.”
Tears were in my eyes. “Nothing.”
“Is this too much for you? The sick kids?”
I nodded.
“We’re about done.”
He reached into his jacket and withdrew a handkerchief. “Here.”
I didn’t want the handkerchief. I wanted to feel his arms around me. I leaned into him and hid my face in the itchy material of his suit. He hesitated, and then held me.
“We need to talk, Nikki, but not here.”
I sniffed. “Okay.”
He pushed me away gently. “Let’s head out.”
His hand was on my back, as we walked down the hallway towards the exit. I soon discovered that Rebecca was taking the kids to get ice cream. Ash and I would return to the residence alone. In the limo, an awkward silence filled the air.
“Can we talk now?” I glanced at him.
“At the house.”
He seemed nervous, anxious. His eyes darted from side to side, staring at the driver, knowing our words and actions were being seen and overheard. Once home, I found myself in his study, with the door closed. He was removing his tie, staring at me, making my tummy flutter and tremble. I hugged him, and he stiffened.
“You have to stop doing that.”
I stepped away. “Why?”
“You know why. Let’s sit down.” I sat next to him with my knee touching his. “That’s a little too close.”
“Sorry.”
He exhaled audibly, struggling. “Nikki…”