Good Night Daddy

 

“Gooond night daddy,” your step daughter slurred as she leaned against your desk.

You took her in, her thread bear clothes leaving nothing to the imagination. “Remind me to take you shopping for new pjs tomorrow, Jules. Meanwhile, would you like a nightcap?”, you said half hoping she’d forget and half planning to take her to Victoria's secret. 

“Whass wrong wiss my pajamas? i nowe theyre old, bud therre sooo soft ann yoo bodded 'em fer me. Theey never had a hat…” she questions you, stopping as you place one hand on her thigh, and pull open a desk drawer and grab a bottle of bourbon. 

“Oh, yoo mean a zzrink.  'course, i wooud love a night cap,” she figured out. You moved your hand and retrieved a glass, before closing the drawer.

You poured her a generous glass. She didn’t even question why she was the only one drinking, just picked up the glass and drank the smooth amber liquor. Her niples were pressing firly against the soft tank top, much as your hard cock strained against your pants. You were about to move to hide your arousal, when she asked, “Daddy, i arr yoo savin' a sausage frum dinner? Orr is someone esscided t' see me?” with a giggle.

Busted. You were considering your response, when she reached out and touched you. “Ummmm, deffenatly a sausage,” she remarked as she rubbed you. You struggled not to cum as she picked up the bourbon and drank strait from the bottle. Then she sat it down and began to undo your shorts. Your rock solid member sprang free. 

“Julles baby, you're drunk….,” you managed to say before she shushed you.

“Sush. I nowe i'm zzzrunk.  Bud i wann yoo daddy.  I nowe yoo love zzzrunk girls, ann i love genn zzzrunk,” she told you before beginning to suck you.