“A Hot Sex Encounter Between Stepdad and Daughter”

 

Download free story PDF for Members!

[purchase_link id=”668″ text=”Download PDF” style=”button” color=”blue”]

 

Synopsis:

Jesse is getting pretty sick of her stepdad’s constant partying. Ever since her mother walked out on them, his lifestyle had gotten a little out of control. Jesse has noticed a change in his personality too, and she can’t quite understand his newfound interest in her. She is bewildered when she finds him standing outside her bedroom door while she gets ready for bed. This is just a taste of things to come, because Daddy decides to pay Jesse a visit in the middle of the night for some hot, steamy fun.

 

As I pulled up outside my house an overwhelming feeling of dread hit me. I could see that there were cars parked along either side of the street, and three parked in our driveway. My stepdad was having another one of his parties, and I really didn’t have the energy to deal with his drunk friends.

I sighed a deep sigh and then got out of the car, locking it behind me as I walked slowly towards my front door. I had just been out with a couple of friends for a nice quiet evening — really low-key — so really wasn’t in the mood to be dealing with a bunch of drunken men.

I heard whoops and cheers coming from inside the house, getting louder as I drew closer towards the door.

“For God’s sake” I cursed to myself as I inserted my key in the lock “am I the only adult around here?”

This was just typical of my stepdad. He had the worst timing, and he was completely insensitive. I guess that’s why my mom ended up leaving him. I just couldn’t understand why she had to leave me too!

She’d had some sort of nervous breakdown a few months earlier, and without even so much as an explanation she hopped on the next plane to Paris, claiming that she had to go and ‘rediscover’ herself as an artist. I saw it as a coward’s way out, and lost what little shred of respect that I had for her the moment she walked out of the door. But, I didn’t have any respect from my stepdad either, really.

His way of coping with my mom’s disappearance was to regress back into a 21-year-old frat boy. In the few months that she’d been gone, my stepdad had hosted countless parties, been on three vacations with his friends, and dated at least four girls who had been close to my age. Whenever I tried to confront him about his behaviour, he would just fob me off saying things like “you wouldn’t understand” and “this is good for me. This is my therapy.”

They were just excuses as far as I was concerned, but no matter how much I protested he just wouldn’t listen to me. I pushed open the front door, and walked inside with a scowl on my face. My stepdad and his buddies were stood in the kitchen, drinking and shouting. I was glad that they hadn’t noticed that I’d arrived, and quickly made my way across the hall towards the stairs. I just wanted to get upstairs, lock myself away in my room and try to block out the noise is and get some sleep.

“Oh hi, Jesse” my stepdad shouted from the kitchen. I froze where I was, one hand touching the banister, and one foot on the first stair. “Why don’t you come and have a drink with us” he shouted, and I sighed, allowing my head to drop.

“Actually, I’m pretty tired” I shouted, not turning to face him “I think I’m just gonna head on up to bed”

I started climbing the stairs before I even heard his response. I really was determined to be on my own tonight, and I wasn’t in the mood to be dealing with a drunk. I hurried down the hall and went into my bedroom, locking the door behind me. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, before sitting in front of my dressing table and beginning to take off my makeup. I’d had a really long day, and all I wanted to do was have a nice, relaxing bath and then go to sleep.

I knew that a bath was out of the question, as no doubt my stepdad’s buddies would be knocking on the door wanting to use the toilet. So, I thought it would just be best to get straight into bed and try to get to sleep before the noise levels coming from downstairs became too loud.

I slipped out of my clothes and pulled on my little pink pyjama shorts and a silky, white vest top. I made my way out of my room and across the landing to brush my teeth, but when I opened my bedroom door I cried out in shock. My stepdad was standing there, looking as surprised as I was.

“What are you doing?” I asked, with noticeable suspicion in my voice “How long have you been standing there?”

My tone was a little more accusatory than I had intended, but my stepdad had been drinking so I wasn’t sure if he picked up on it. He just stared at me, with a strange look on his face.

“Are you sure you won’t come downstairs, sweetie?” he asked, his eyes wandering from my face and resting on my collarbone “it would be nice to spend some time with you…”

His words made me feel uneasy, and my stomach did a somersault when he reached out and gently took hold of my wrist. My heart was beating faster in my chest, and I drew in a sharp breath as I caught the manic look in his eyes. It was so strange, at that moment he didn’t look like my stepdad any more. I shook my head, and snatched my hand away — unnerved by my own response to his actions. Lately our relationship had become a little strange, and these types of interactions were becoming a lot more common. I shook my head in response to his question, and brushed past him, making my way to the bathroom. As I brushed my teeth I couldn’t help but strain to listen to see if he’d walked back downstairs and rejoined his friends. He made me feel nervous and uncomfortable, but also strangely excited in a way that I couldn’t quite explain.

When I finished brushing my teeth I was glad to see that my stepdad had gone back downstairs. I breathed a sigh of relief, and went back into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I immediately got into bed, leaving on my bedside light so that the room was dimly lit. Then I relaxed into my pillows, taking a deep breath and staring at the ceiling. I knew I should be trying to unwind, trying to get some sleep, but all I could think about was the strange looking my stepfather’s eyes as he stared at me moments earlier. I felt a strange tingling sensation, starting from deep within my belly and spreading out, downwards through my groin and over my legs. I tried to push the feeling out of my mind, rolling onto my side and closing my eyes in an attempt to ignore it.

But they just got stronger. The more I tried not to think about it, the more it seemed to engulf me. I was tired, and I wanted to sleep, but the feeling inside me just wouldn’t go away. I slipped my hand down the front of my little silk shorts, and tentatively began massaging my pussy lips. It was a warm and comforting sensation, flaring up the passion and desire that was already inside of me. I could feel my clit beginning to swell beneath the lips of my pussy, and slid my fingers either side of it, rubbing and rolling it has I worked myself up into a frenzy.

It didn’t take me long to cum. I don’t know why my stepdad had that effect on me, but for some reason thinking about him and his intense gaze, and the way he’s rough hand felt around my slim wrist, was enough to push me over the edge. I let out a long, stuttering gasp as my orgasm came gushing outwards.

Then I laid there, staring at the ceiling for a few moments longer as my thoughts came back down to reality. I felt dirty and ashamed about what I’d just done, but there was still a little flame, flickering inside me that hinted to a deeper desire. It was that desire that made me feel sick, confused and a little woozy — so thought it best to simply roll over onto my side, close my eyes, and force myself to get some sleep.

My dreams took me to strange places; at first I could hear the sound of men shouting and laughing, and that intertwined with the strange and vivid pictures that were unfolding before my mind. But after a while the noises died down, and my sleep became more restful. I dream soft pillows, silk sheets, and rough hands caressing my smooth body.

Suddenly I sat bolt upright in bed, and drew in a long, gasping breath. I looked over at my bedside alarm clock, and saw that it was 5 AM. I couldn’t understand why, but I felt wide awake. I leaned forward and cradled my head in my hands, rubbing my eyes. I don’t know what caused me to wake so suddenly, but now that I was awake I felt like I hadn’t even been asleep.

I threw the bed sheets off me, and got out of bed with the intention of going downstairs to get myself a snack. Nothing like cookies and a glass of milk to send me back off into slumberland! But when I reached the door handle, I let out another squeak of shock. The handle was slowly turning, and then with a click the door slowly began to creak open. I stepped back, unsure what was happening in my sleep addled state, but then let out a sigh of relief when I saw my stepdad standing in my doorway.

“Good, you’re awake” my stepdad said, stepping inside my room. He looked strikingly sober, compared to how I’d seen him hours before. The house was quiet, so I knew that his buddies must have gone home. Why the hell was he stood outside my bedroom at five in the morning?

“What are you doing?” I asked, but my tone was more curious than accusatory. My stepdad smiled a very slight smile, and walked closer towards me. I felt my breath catching my chest, as he reached up and gently tucked to lock of my hair behind my ear. I didn’t know what to say, so I simply remained silent.

“I wanted to spend some quality time with you, Jesse” my stepdad whispered, taking yet another step closer towards me. He was so close that I could see the way they his heart was beating his chest, and I could make out the lines on his face, in the shadow of his stubble. He looked at me with smouldering eyes and smiled again “we’ve barely talked since your mother left, and I’d hate feel like we were drifting apart. I feel like we should be closer…”

With those words he took another step towards me, and then slid his hand around my back, pulling me closer towards him. I gasped as we touched, and I felt his huge erection beneath his trousers. What the hell was going on? This was my stepdad! It was wrong, forbidden. And yet for some reason I couldn’t tell him to stop.

I felt my heart racing in my chest, as my stepdad craned his neck low, and pressed his lips against mine. A sudden surge of energy rose up inside me, making me feel like my skin was practically on fire. He kissed me hard, slipping his tongue inside my mouth and massaging my own, passionately. I was disgusted by the way that I responded to the kiss — it was as if I was desperate for his touch. I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer towards me, kissing him deeply and exploring the warm wetness of his mouth.

 

[restrict]

Suddenly, he pulled away from the kiss and held me at arm’s length. Then, without a word of warning he spun me around violently and shoved me over, onto the bed. I barely had time to let out a little squeak of excitement before he tore my little silk pyjama shorts off and spread my ass cheeks apart with his hands. He delved his expert tongue into my soft, shaven pussy, and began to lap hungrily.

It was all so sudden and unexpected, and I couldn’t believe I was letting him do it to me. It was like we were both desperate, forgoing any sort of sensual build-up and immediately getting straight into the action. I couldn’t believe what had dirty little girl I was, a liar my daddy to do this to me. He just didn’t make any sense, I didn’t question it. I just threw my head back and looked at the ceiling, gasping as I felt his tongue sliding in and out my soft folds.

“Ohhh, Daddy” I groaned, feeling my cunt contract around his tongue. He moaned into my sweet folds, obviously engrossed in tasting my pussy for the very first time. I squirmed on the bed, gripping my bed sheets and shuddering with pleasure as my daddy went to town on me. I was getting very wet, very quickly. I could feel my juices flowing, coating the insides of my thighs and making my daddy’s face slick and wet. It was clear how much I wanted this, and that thought terrified me.

I couldn’t figure out what come over me. I did I want my daddy’s cock so much? It was just so dirty, so utterly wrong — and I think that’s what turned me on so much about it. I revelled in how filthy I was being, like I really was my daddy’s naughty little girl. I yelped as my daddy slapped my ass with his rough hand, and then I squealed as he thrust two fingers up inside me. I could feel his hand trembling, as if he was finding it difficult to contain himself.

But for that matter, so was I. I found myself grinding against the mattress beneath me, desperate to get some friction against my clit. My daddy sensed my desperation, and slid another finger up inside me. It felt absolutely sensational, and I clenched and unclenched around him, as if I was literally trying to draw him inside of me even further.

“Ooooh, babygirl you’re so wet” my daddy moaned, teasing the crease of my pussy with his tongue, “and tight… I almost feel bad about what I’m about to do…”

I heard his words, but they just didn’t register with me. Not until I felt the hot, hard bulge of his dick pressing up against my pussy. It was absolutely incredible, and I gasped out loud, turning my head to look over my shoulder at him. He wasn’t looking at my face, his eyes were locked firmly on my pussy as he teased my wet opening with his swollen helmet.

“Mmmm, you’re soaking wet baby” my daddy crooned, dipping the tip of his prick inside me before drawing out excruciatingly slowly. I bit my lip, and screwed my eyes shut. He was teasing me, working the up into an absolute frenzy, and I couldn’t take much more. I wanted him to stuff his cock inside me and start pounding. I wanted Daddy to fuck me!

“I’ve waited so long to do this” he whispered, and with one huge thrust he forced his cock up inside me. I squealed, shocked by the sudden pain of it. My stepdad was absolutely huge, his cock getting wider and wider closer to the base, as he inched his way up inside. I gasped in shock a little, as a felt his hot breath on the back of my neck as he hunched his way over me, feeling his cock in pit of my stomach. I couldn’t help but let out a long moan as he slowly slid out of me and then thrust himself back inside with even more force.

“You like how it feels baby?” My daddy grunted, quickening his pace and pressing down even harder on my back so that I was pressed into the mattress. I couldn’t find my voice, so I just gasped in response. I heard him chuckle, and he slapped my ass once more, this time even harder so that it stung. “You like the way that his cock feels inside that tight little cunt of yours?”

Again I couldn’t answer. All I managed was a brief squeak, which only seemed to turn him on even more. He slapped my ass again, then grabbed it, squeezing hard so that his nails bit into my flesh. I felt pressure building deep inside my core, something I had felt before but never as intense as this. I couldn’t believe my daddy was pushing me to the limit, stirring up an orgasm inside me like I’d never felt before.

“Oh, Daddy!” I wailed “I’m such a dirty girl. I’m such a naughty daughter! Punish me, Daddy. Set me straight with that big fat cock!”

I couldn’t believe the obscenities that were coming out of my mouth. I was normally so reserved, so shy. I never would have dreamt I could and have such a filthy mouth in bed, but it seemed like something else inside of me was taking over. I was finally letting go, and screaming out what I really wanted.

I could barely see straight as I felt my tight pussy stretching around Daddy’s huge shaft. I squirmed below him, gasping for breath and clawing at the mattress. It was so intense, but I needed more. It somehow just wasn’t enough.

“Cum for me, Daddy” I screamed, throwing my head back and looking at him “cum inside me. Please Daddy!”

My daddy let out a loud grunt, and slammed into me over and over without a hint of gentleness. My pussy was sore, but my orgasm was building. I felt like my insides were burning, being torn apart with how brutally rough he was being, but somehow I needed more. And my stepdad answered the call of my body, stuffing two fingers inside my ass hole as he roared with exertion.

I squealed, completely taken off guard by the new and strange sensation. It caused my stomach to contract, and my legs to shake. I knew at that moment I was about cum, and let out a long, loud scream of pleasure as my daddy emptied his cock inside of me. I felt hard spurts of filling me up, and I knew it time to let go. I wailed and panted, feeling my orgasm release and my pussy squirting my juices outwards, drenching my daddy’s balls and wetting the mattress beneath us.

My daddy slumped forwards, exhausted. He pinned me to the mattress, where we both way panting for a few moments. My hands were still gripping the bed sheets in desperation, and only relaxed slightly when my daddy placed his hands over mine and squeezed gently. As the waves of pleasure subsided, I felt warm and safe in his arms. Then I shivered with delight as I felt him kiss me on the back of my neck. I couldn’t believe how filthy I could be. Up until moment I had thought I was a conservative, sensible girl. Turns out I was just Daddy’s little slut. And I didn’t want any other way.

[/restrict]

 

Download free story PDF for Members!

[purchase_link id=”668″ text=”Download PDF” style=”button” color=”blue”]