Step-Dad's Sex Slave
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Rachel is a spoiled rich girl, but she wants more, and it willing to do anything to get what she wants. Unfortunately for her, she tries her hand at step-dad seduction, followed by blackmail. Will Rachel prevail and get all of the earthly rewards she so wants? Or will her tall, dark, and handsome step-dad turn the tables on her, and place her firmly under his rather kinky thumb? More
Rachel is a sexy nineteen year old step-child. Her tall, dark, and handsome step-father (George) has shown some interest, but keeps her at arm’s length. But now her mother is back in England for an extensive visit. And hot to trot Rachel has needs. Her needs are mercenary, but she’s more than eager to answer his carnal yearnings to get what she wants. Will Rachel’s plans get her all she wants? Or will dear ole step-dad get what he wants from her?
Warning: Explicit consensual sex, oral, bondage, ball gag, handcuffs, step-father/step-daughter, leash and collar, older men-young woman, domination, submission,
This is a story of approximately 8000 words. This is a great story if you want a quick, fun erotic romp.
“Hello, Rachel,” he said, his eye taking me in at length. The sexy outfit was working. For a second he had the most longing look in his beautiful blue eyes. As usual, though, he shook himself out of it. “Are you going out?”
I stepped up to him, stood straight, back bowed slightly and hands clasped behind my back as I looked up into his eyes rather boldly. I held his eyes longer than usual, and when he broke free his eyes dropped down to admire my barely covered boobs.
“Why do you say that?”
“Um, you’re wearing dancing club clothes, aren’t you?”
“These old things?” I ran my hands over my boobs, and down my belly to rest to on my lower belly. The Promised Land, so to speak. George’s eyes followed my hands all the way down before he cleared his throat and looked away. “Just something I threw on. I’m staying home tonight. I was thinking we can hang out together, get to know each other better. You’d like that, right?”
He was so precious. He actually looked scared a second.
“Oh. Okay,” he said, looking around. He looked anywhere but at me. “Should we go get something to eat?”
“Oh, I have something you can eat,” I purred, unbuttoning his suit coat.