One Wall Away
When my stepdaughter Stacey came back home to live with me after her first year in college, I welcomed her with open arms to a lonely house. Ever since my wife left us, I’d been hornier than ever and growing crazier every day. It wasn’t until a chance encounter that I realized that Stacey had the hots for me as well… And that the solution to my sexual frustration was just one wall away... More
When my stepdaughter Stacey came back home to live with me after her first year in college, I welcomed her with open arms to a lonely house. But I soon got tired of listening to her having loud sex in her bedroom, right next to mine. Ever since my wife left us, I’d been hornier than ever and growing crazier every day. Stacey’s close resemblance to her mother just made things worse, and I could all too easily picture what it would be like to have sex with her, and I enjoyed those fantasies daily despite how wrong they seemed.
It wasn’t until a chance encounter out at a restaurant that I realized that Stacey had the hots for me as well… And that the solution to my sexual frustration was just one wall away.
Warning: This 3,800-word story contains graphic descriptions of sex in public and is intended for mature audiences only.
“That’s right…” I said, and held my daughter as I pushed inside her. Stacey
moaned despite herself, her voice echoing off the tiles. I put one hand against the cool tile behind her, sandwiching her between myself and the wall. Keeping her firmly in place, I began fucking her tight slit, plunging in and out of her wetness. Her entire body wriggled and writhed as we fucked, her nubile frame pinned up and utterly at my mercy.
She moaned with wordless pleasure, and wrapped her arms around me. Her slender hands scrambled at the seat of my pants, fingers digging into the khaki and pulling me forward into her.
“Deeper, Daddy… Deeper!” she moaned, and I obliged, burying myself inside my daughter’s tight, hot slit. My balls were slick with our sweat, and pressed against her ass as I ground deep inside Stacey. “Daddy, hurry…” she whimpered. “Make me cum, before we get caught!”
I kept pumping in and out of her, my cock a blazing-hot rod of steel going in and out of her. “Don’t worry, baby,” I said in a hushed breath. “I’ll make you cum hard, I promise. And we won’t get caught. It’ll be our little secret.”
As if on cue, it was right then that I heard the bathroom door open, and we froze in place.
The bathroom door opened wide, and we could hear the shuffling footsteps of someone entering. For a moment, I thought we were going to get caught for sure.
Thinking quickly, I turned and lowered myself onto the toilet, with Stacey still impaled on my cock. Stacey was holding her slim, coltish legs straight out, and I trapped them between my upper arms and my chest. As long as we kept silent, and only one pair of shoes were on the floor, nobody need suspect a thing.
The footsteps came up to the stall door that we were in, and my eyes went straight to the lock. I realized with a sudden horror that, in my rush to fuck Stacey, I hadn’t bothered to latch it behind me. Stacey must have sensed the same thing, and her entire body tensed up as the sound of footsteps drew closer….