Untamed Passion

SWEET SURRENDER

“Get out!” Sam roared, taking his tearful stepdaughter in his arms. Dolores Hampton’s hateful face screwed up one final time to continue her diatribe

against her daughter until she glimpsed the thunder in Sam’s face and knew she had gone too far.

“You just want the little tramp for yourself you bastard!” she screamed in semi-triumph, “keep her and be damned to you both. She’s probably a better cocksucker when I’m not around anyway.”

“She’s better off when you’re not around period,” Sam said quietly, “and so am I. Get the fuck out of this house, and I don’t ever want to see your face again.” He shoved her out the door and closed it. The bitch had been ruining his life for years, but tonight she had started in again on Chrissie and it had been more than he could stand. It was a shame, she had been a wonderful woman once, but she had changed around the time Chrissie got her first period and began to grow breasts. It was something Sam hadn’t been able to help her with. He had grown up with four brothers and his father, his own mother had died giving him birth. No female relatives and damned few female influences in the Catholic Schools he had been

educated in, unless you counted the Nuns, who somehow didn’t seem very feminine to him.

Sam lifted Chrissie in his strong arms and carried her to her bedroom. He set her on her bed and told her he’d be back the moment she was in bed to tuck her in. She grabbed frantically at his hand as if she was afraid heC0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

wouldn’t come back. He calmed her and held her to his chest until she settled again, caressing her hair and murmuring to to her. When he rose to allow her to dress for bed, he left the room and headed across the hall to his own. He grabbed two large suitcases from Dolores’ walk in closet and began tossing her clothes and underwear inside them. He scribbled a short note telling her where he would send the rest of her possessions the next day and threw in a twenty dollar bill. She had her credit cards but he didn’t know if she had any cash. He sealed and strapped the suitcases closed and walked over to the bedroom window. He lifted the window and tossed the suitcases out onto the front lawn. He heard Dolores’s cream of outrage, but he shut the window. In about ten minutes, he watched her enter a cab. It was the last time he ever saw her.

He knocked on Chrissie’s bedroom door and she answered in a small voice. Sam crossed the room and sat beside her on the bed, and noticed that only her bare shoulders, arms, and head were out from under the covers. She took his big hand in hers. “She was right you know Daddy, I am a whore.”

“Don’t ever say that baby girl,” Sam said, his heart breaking for his tiny stepdaughter.

“It’s true Daddy,” she sniffed, “I was fucking Tommy Snyder on my bed when she came in my room.”

The tears were coming freely again, though she wasn’t sobbing any longer.

“For Christ’s sake Chrissie, you’re nineteen years old now and you’re a woman. Liking sex doesn’t mean you’re a whore,” he said in frustration, anger with his wife once more consuming her. Sam had long since thrown off the chains of guilt, repression, and inhibition the Nuns had drummed into him as a child…Dolores never had. “Sex is a gift baby girl, and it

wasn’t given to make something nasty or evil out of, it was something given to be pleasurable and for men and women to use to express their love for each other. Only people like your mother turn it into something dirty.

“But Daddy,” Chrissie told him with wide eyes, “I really liked it.”

Sam looked at his stepdaughter and a smile crinkled his handsome face. “I like it too baby girl.” The look on his face turned grim again, “at least I used to.” He fell quiet.

Chrissie rolled over onto her side, revealing an uncomfortable expanse of one ripe soft breast as she took his hand. Sam glanced away. “Tell me,” she demanded.

Sam was distinctively uncomfortable, partly because she was showing too much skin, and partly because Dolores had hit the nail squarely on the head for just a few seconds during her hour long tirade.

Sam did gawk a bit too much at his slender, leggy stepdaughter. The truth was, Chrissie was hot enough to give any man an erection. Sam had absolutely no intention of taking action on the feelings he occasionally had for his stepdaughter. It was a natural enough reaction, and she wasn’t a blood relative.

When a man hadn’t touched a woman in eleven years, when he’d had to rely on books, magazines, and now the internet as his sole source of sexual release, it took real will power not to touch and fondle bare skin that was readily available. With the way that Chrissie liked to dress, he frequently had a feast for his eyes, though he’d never done more than cuddle her in his lap and return her hugs.

“Daddy, talk to me,” Chrissie pleaded.

“Your mother was a tiny bit right about one thing baby,” Sam admitted, “sometimes I was very tempted by you.”

“Really Daddy?” Chrissie beamed, and it was almost possible for him to see the edge of the areola of her right breast was trying to peek out from beneath the covers. “I tempted you?”

“Don’t read anything into it Chrissie,” Sam said, “I haven’t had sex in eleven years and sometimes I get aroused when the wind blows on my pants.”

“So you don’t think I’m sexy?” She seemed crestfallen.

Sam took her pretty face in his hand. “Honey, don’t let your mother fuck up your life any more than she already has. You’re gorgeous, sexy, a real knockout and any man who doesn’t get horny when he sees your body is a goddam fool.”

Chrissie sat up suddenly, the sheets pooling around her hips and she wrapped her arms around him. He felt her lips on his and he was

uncomfortably aware of her hard nipples pressing into the soft fabric of his tee shirt. He hugged her back, but he closed his eyes tightly.

“Look at me Daddy,” Chrissie demanded. He slowly opened his eyes, and Chrissie raised her arms above her head. “She hasn’t fucked you since I was eight years old?” Helplessly he stared at her, his cock swollen and rigid in his cargo shorts. He shook his head no, but he was unable to take his eyes off his naked daughter. Chrissie stood slowly on the bed, the sheets sliding aside to expose her seductive hips, the shaved mound of her pubis, and her long naked legs. He could even see the plump lips of her pussy.