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be a good girl from now on.”
    My dick twitched. “And how’s your pussy?”
    “I can feel you’ve been there.”
    “Good,” I said. “Sit down, Georgia.” She sat at the dining table with only the slightest hesitation, looking up with puzzled eyes as I presented her with her diary. “You’ll do your study and then you’ll do another assignment.”
    “Another assignment?”
    “I want you to write for me, an essay. Georgia’s secrets ,” I explained. “I want to know what a dirty little girl like you really wants to do. Not the fantasies you’ve written before, I’m not interested in masturbation fuel. Real fantasies, Georgia, for real life.”
    I watched her suck in breath, her cheeks flushing rosy as she slid the diary back over to me. “All of them,” she said. “For real.”
    I battled the urge to bury myself in her asshole.
    “We have a few weeks,” I said. “A clear house until your mother is home. I intend to use the time well.”
    “And what then? What happens when she’s back?”
    I smiled. “Curiosity killed the pussycat, sweetheart.”
     
    ***
     
     
    I wonder if Andrew likes men. In real life, I mean, not porn. Would he pound my wet little pussy while another man stretches my ass? Or does he just like that shit on screen? Please, God, one day can I find out?
    My threesomes have been shit so far. Pathetic little boys who wanted to take it in turns. They’re all so afraid of being homo, like another cock is a threat to their fragile masculinity. I need an older man, someone who knows how to fuck. Someone who can free the dirty little whore inside of me.
    What does he see in my mother? Really? What can he possibly see?
     
    If only she knew what I could see.
    Like it wouldn’t ruin everything.
    I slammed Georgia’s diary shut as Steve from HR approached my desk. Not a-fucking-gain.
    “Andrew,” he smiled. “Do you have a minute?”
    “What now?” I snapped. “Haven’t you had everything from me ten times over?”
    “I need to ask you a few more questions,” he said. “I know you covered it all with the management team, but I need a write up for the file.”
    I sighed in exasperation, on the edge of my temper. “How many more times do we need to go through this crap?”
    Steve’s happy expression turned sour. “Until the company is happy you no longer pose a threat to security.”
    “I had an addiction to online gambling, not military level hacking. Jesus Christ.”
    “You know the regulations, Andrew.”
    I held up my hands. “Fine, whatever. Let’s get this shit over with.”
    I braced myself for another shitty day in paradise.
     
    ***
     
    Georgia slurped on my cock like a good little girl. I forced myself deep into her throat, holding her head tight until she gagged and retched, jerking in my grip. I was high on aggravation. Pissed off with life, the world and everyone in it. She was the recipient of my frustration, and an eager one at that.
    “That’s it, sweetheart,” I groaned. “Love Daddy’s cock like he needs you to.”
    Her head bobbed with renewed effort, eyes glinting with heat as she stared up at me.
    Four days of hot stepdaughter pussy and I was already a wreck. She was an addiction, invading every waking thought. The floodgates had truly opened, months of forbidden lust spilling out like an oil slick, coating my whole fucking world. I was listless at work, not caring shit for office politics and all the usual bullshit. I’d also been ignoring the estate agent’s calls. Completion of sale, I figured, on my piddly last apartment. The last part of me.
    I yanked the chain around Georgia’s neck, breaking the contact.
    “Stand for me,” I said. “Give Daddy a twirl.”
    She did as commanded, ever more the obedient subject. Her baby-doll dress kissed the tops of her thighs, veiling the smooth little slit I craved so badly. I stopped her mid-twirl, lifting the lace to admire her smooth backside. I gave her a healthy slap, craving the bloom on her