Jess has always harbored a secret longing for her stepfather. When the two spend a weekend alone, will lust get the better of them? Warning: this 5200-word story includes a horny virgin, dominant stepfather, spanking, oral sex, deep-throating, rough sex, and rough anal. All characters are 18 or older. Adults only! More
Jess has always harbored a secret longing for her stepfather. When the two spend a weekend alone, will lust get the better of them? Warning: this 5200-word story includes a horny virgin, dominant stepfather, spanking, oral sex, deep-throating, rough sex, and rough anal. All characters are 18 or older. Adults only!
Friday night. Mom’s gone for the weekend to visit a friend, so it’s just me and Daddy for dinner. Technically he’s my stepdad, but he’s the only father I know.
We’re quiet as we eat; I made chicken pot pie, his favorite. I like taking care of him. Every time I do, it feels like a dirty, exciting secret.
I know why. I remember the exact moment when everything changed for me. I had just gone in my parents’ bedroom to ask my mom a question, not knowing that she wasn’t there—and he was. Naked, in the bathroom, just out of the shower.
His body was dripping wet as he reached for the towel, every muscle sharply defined in the overhead light. Legs and arms, strong and firm, stomach rippling. And his ****. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Heat filled my *****, and my inner muscles clenched in hunger.
Ever since that day, my daddy has been my secret fantasy. I’ve touched myself a thousand times, imagining it was him, doing things to me. Boys at school notice me, but I’ve never had any interest in dating them. How could any of them compare to Daddy?
I watch him eat. The spoon slides between his lips, leaving a glob of the pot pie filling on the corner of his mouth. I want to lick it off, want to suck the skin there, then trail my tongue across his jawline and up to his ear, where I can nibble and suck on his earlobe. I’ll straddle him, his hands on my ***, then under my shirt, squeezing my **** …
I blink. He’s watching me, something unreadable in his dark eyes. I’ve let my fantasies run away with me again.
I blush a little. “I’m fine.” He doesn’t stop looking at me, though, and heat blooms between my legs, pressure building as my juices trickle between my ***** lips. I press my thighs together, biting my lip to keep from moaning, as my ******* tighten to stiff peaks and poke through my tank top. His eyes drop from my face to my chest. He’s looking right at them, the unmistakable proof of my arousal, and it’s almost enough to make me come.
He lifts his eyes to mine, and what I see there makes my breath catch. The boys at school look at me that way, but I’ve never seen Daddy do it before.
We’re sitting close, him at the end of the table and me to his left. Our hands are only a few inches apart. My heart pounding, I reach out and brush my fingers against his.
Without taking his gaze off me, he captures my hand and lifts it. His lips graze my knuckles, and just that brief contact sends tiny electric jolts rippling along my skin. Then he sucks a finger into his mouth, and my reserve shatters.
I fling myself at him, bumping into the table and rattling our plates as I try to climb on him. He scoots his chair back and hauls me onto his lap, so I’m straddling him just the way I imagined a few moments ago. Gripping the back of my neck, he pulls my head down and kisses me hard.
I’m almost dizzy as his tongue invades my mouth. He’s rough, and that excites me more. I kiss him back, eagerly, thrusting my tongue against his as I start to unbutton his shirt.