by Wild, Nikki
“N-nothing,” I replied. I swallowed hard, almost choking on that lie. I was in deep shit, and I had no way out.
My stepfather began to walk around my side of the desk, and I desperately tried to figure out a way to free my hand without him noticing. But I couldn’t do all that and hike my skirt down at the same time. He was inches away from me, rounding the corner of my desk. I was screwed.
My cheeks burned crimson as he stared at me, at my rumpled skirt, then at my hand beneath the desk. He narrowed his eyes.
“Scoot your chair back.”
I tried to sound innocent. “Daddy, I…”
“Now.”
I swallowed hard, reluctantly obeying the command. As I wheeled away from the desk, a little whimper escaped my throat. My hand was still under my skirt and soaking wet with my juices.
My stepfather looked at me for a long time. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do. He just kept staring, like he hadn’t even decided yet. Then he licked his lips and said, “Lift up your hand.”
My eyes widened. “Daddy, don’t…”
But there was no moving him. I’d been caught red-handed, and he wanted to rub it in.
I closed my eyes, pulling my hand out from between my legs. My fingers were coated in my silken desire, long strings of it running between them and along my knuckles. I felt like I was falling from a great height, my stomach plummeting to Earth as my pulse rushed in my ears. I couldn’t look at him.
“Were you touching yourself… in my office?” he asked.
I nodded, still refusing to open my eyes. “Y-yes.”
I heard him pick up my phone. Oh, shit. “You were sexting your boyfriend while you were supposed to be working?”
“You haven’t even told me what to do—”
“Yes or no?” my stepfather said much more sternly than I had the will to rebuke.
I could feel myself trembling. I wanted to put my hand down, but I was sure he’d yell at me. He had me at a disadvantage. I knew there was no saving myself.
“Yes,” I said at last. “I’m… sorry.”
“Let me see,” he said, and my heart skipped a beat. “Let me see what you did to yourself.”
I opened my eyes, staring up at him. “You can’t… you can’t be serious…”
“Do it,” he instructed me, but I just sat there, overwhelmed.
The choice was obvious. I shouldn’t do it. It was wrong. It was… weird. But my feelings were a lot more complex than that.
Through the shame, part of me was… excited about having been caught by my billionaire stepfather. There was a rush to it, one that drove even more lust between my thighs. Part of me wanted him to see what his precious little girl had been up to. Part of me wanted to show my stepfather my pretty cunt.
That desire grew and grew until I couldn’t deny it any longer. I pulled my skirt up around my hips, my panties still to the side, and spread my legs to show my stepfather my wet, pink pussy.
He stared at it, at all the juices running down along my lips, staining the insides of my thighs. I was breathing heavily, my breasts bouncing as I watched him watching me. I grazed my fingers over my slit under the guise of moving my panties away even further, but really, it was because I desperately needed to touch myself. My clit was throbbing so hard it almost hurt, and the only thing that would bring it relief was playing with it.
I couldn’t do that in front of my stepfather, though. Could I?
Then my gaze fell to the front of his pants. There was a huge bulge in them, straining the zipper of his slacks! He’d stuffed his hands into his pockets, but I was sure he was doing more than a little “adjusting” down there. As horny as I was, my stepdad was even hornier, and he was using me to get off.
A sudden sense of power came over me. I kept my eyes trained on that bulge as I brought my fingers back to my slit and began rubbing softly.
“I’m sure there’s… something I could do to get out of trouble, Daddy,” I murmured. The words felt foreign on my tongue, but also intoxicating. I was good at sexting, so why not dirty talk? It was the same principle, after all.
My stepfather grunted quietly. He couldn’t look away from my show, not even if he’d wanted to—which he obviously didn’t, given how his dick lurched the second I started playing with myself. I smirked a little. So, the perfect guy has a dark side, after all…
“Please, Daddy,” I begged him. “There has to be some way…?”
My stepfather looked over his shoulder at the elevator doors. Then he moved closer to me, his hands on his belt.
I watched with nervous anticipation as he began to unbuckle it, slowly letting it fall away from the front of his pants. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped them, revealing a dark thatch of wiry but perfectly tended hair that made me gasp. My stepfather went commando, it seemed.
Then he really surprised me. He grabbed the base of his dick and pulled, freeing his fully erect and absolutely massive cock from its fabric prison.
I gaped in awe. I had thought Derrick’s was big, but my stepfather’s put his to shame. My mouth started watering at the sight of its prominent veins, its purplish head, and the fatness of its shaft. Now I knew why my mother had married him. Everything was starting to make sense.
He ran his hand over the length, and I shuddered visibly. “Open your mouth a little wider, princess,” he muttered.
I moaned, another chill rolling through me as I did as I was told. I stared into his eyes as he inched closer and closer, his tip finally resting on my outstretched tongue, giving me my first taste of my stepfather’s cock.
I closed my lips around it immediately, sucking long and hard as I moaned again, this time with my mouth full. William drew in a quick breath as I took him in deeper, laving him with my tongue, teasing all the spots I knew from my time with Derrick would have him melting in no time. I bobbed along his shaft, my lips slowly stretching to their limit as I made my way down to his thick, throbbing base. Then I buried my nose in his pubic hair, thrashing my head from side to side as I brazenly deepthroated my stepfather in his own office.
William groaned, resting his hand on the back of my head as I worked him, coming up for air, only to pop him back into my mouth again. Every time he shivered and writhe felt like a victory to me, and soon I was drunk on power, slurping my stepdad like a whore as I drove him again and again into the back of my throat.
“Fuck, princess,” he gritted, reaching down to play with his own balls. I moaned again, teasing my clit even harder in response. “That’s right. Suck it for Daddy. Suck Daddy’s big, fat cock.”
I was too consumed with desire to even think about stopping. I’d always wanted to one-up my stepfather, and I’d finally learned his weakness. He liked young, forbidden pussy. That was something I could work with. I gazed up at him as I licked my lips and leaned back in my chair.
“Put it in me, Daddy,” I offered, draping my calves over the arm rests to give him unfettered access to my dripping cunt. “Fuck your stepdaughter right here at her desk. Come on. I know you want to do it.”
William hesitated for only a split second before taking advantage of my offer. But as he lined up his cock with my tight hole, I wondered how in the hell something that big was going to fit into something so small?
I didn’t have to wonder long. William thrust inside me in one go, stretching out my cunt so far I was sure he’d split me in two. I wailed, unable to control myself as my stepfather filled me with his huge cock, my back arching against the seat as I clawed at the arm rests and squirmed uncontrollably.
“Daddy…!”
“Ohh, princess!” he whispered, watching his base disappear inside of me. “Oh, this pussy is so tight! You’re gonna have Daddy cumming real soon, honey.” There was a glint in his eye as he told me, “And Daddy doesn’t pull out.”
I bit my lip hard. I wasn’t on the pill, but I doubted if that mattered to him. My stepfather wanted to fill my pussy up, and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop him—not that I wanted to.
I
held on for dear life as my stepfather pounded into me, stuffing me full of his dick until I was screaming for more. My body bounced with each of his forceful thrusts, and he had to hold onto the chair to keep me from drifting away as he plunged over and over into my cunt. He had the look of an animal about him, a wild creature that desperately needed to satiate some dark desire. I was his vessel, his toy, and that was the thought that sent me into an orgasm that ripped squeal after squeal from my throat.
“Yes! Daddy, yes! I’m cumming, Daddy! You’re making your little girl cum!”
“Fuck!” William roared, bucking his hips wildly as my walls clenched around him. I could feel my cunt milking him for that white hot cum, begging for the load he was only too eager to release. “Here comes Daddy, honey. Get ready. It’s gonna be a big one… oh!”
He shoved himself inside of me as deeply as he could, then roared as he came, his dick spasming with each jet of cum that sprayed onto my walls. I whimpered and whined, trembling as I felt his seed pumping into me, gushing into all the space I had before it came trickling back out of my hole and onto the floor between us. Derrick always had huge loads, but they paled in comparison to my stepfather’s. I’d never felt so full in my entire life, and he still wasn’t done pouring into me.
When he finally had nothing left to give, my stepfather held me in place, forcing me to fully take his seed. Not that I would have pulled away from him, anyway. I was secretly enjoying the sensation of his cum brimming inside of me, but eventually, he had to pull out.
A cascade of cum came with him, staining the chair and my skirt. I closed my legs, letting them onto the floor as I looked up at my stepfather and grinned.
“I take it this means I’m out of trouble?” I asked him.
William looked down at me. His normally well-coiffed hair was a mess. He was breathing heavily, his face flushed with all the effort he’d just exerted fucking his stepdaughter.
“For now,” he said, standing up straight and fixing his pants. “But if I catch you screwing up like that again,” he added, “you’ll have to be punished.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I purred, watching as he returned to his office, standing just inside the door.
“I’ve changed my mind about your education,” he said quietly, his words still carrying across the opulent room. “What do you think about working here on a permanent basis?”
“I’m going to need a raise…” I said, smiling wickedly.
“I think I can make that happen, if you’re up to the rigors this job requires.”
What had started out as an exercise in boredom and rebellion had turned into a convenient arrangement. My stepfather wouldn’t want me telling my mother about what had happened between us. That meant he’d keep me well paid and plenty happy… More than that, I’d discovered a new way to keep myself satisfied, one that finally brought my stepfather and I closer together, just like my mother had always wanted.
I waited until he closed the door, and picked up my cellphone from the edge of my desk where he had left it, tapping out a short message.
It’s over. Don’t text me again, I’m blocking your number.
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My Step,
The Billionaire
By
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Copyright 2014 Nikki Wild
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My Step, The Billionaire
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19 year old Amber Harrell has finally escaped her stodgy life back home. Moving in with Jacob, her stepbrother, the future is looking up. He’s living off a fortune, billions of dollars from his late grandfather, and as soon as she sees his gorgeous penthouse, she realizes just how much she’s going to enjoy her newfound freedom…
Of course, everything comes with a price. Reconnecting with Jacob means discovering his secrets. When his wandering eyes reveal that he wants the one thing he can NEVER have, the one thing that not even money can buy, will Amber give in to his dark fantasies? Will she let him take her virginity, hard, and without protection?
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STEP BILLIONAIRE
“Thanks for taking me in on such short notice, big brother.”
Jacob turned to smile at me. His hair caught in the dying light for a moment, and the sunset turned his golden locks coppery and made his jade eyes shine all the more brilliantly. I could see why he didn’t spend much time alone in this sweet penthouse of his. Even from an objective sibling standpoint, Jacob was stunningly gorgeous.
“You’re welcome,” he said, hauling the last of my possessions out of my car and closing the hatch. “I just wish things didn’t have to be this way.”
I nodded in agreement. That was something I’d been wishing for years, ever since Jacob’s mother had walked into my life.
It was strange for us to be so close, given the circumstances. When my father had finally introduced me to Sarah, the woman he planned to marry, and her teenaged son, Jacob, I never imagined getting along with either of them. Sarah was cold, distant, and downright rude, and she made it perfectly clear that my father already having a child was a burden she would not quietly bear. Jacob, for his part, was calm in the face of his mother’s indiscretions, and I was sure both of them hated me.
My father would hear none of it, though. He made excuses for Sarah that event
ually multiplied into the thousands, assuring me in not so many words that in his eyes, she could do no wrong. He wasn’t exactly awful to me as a result—not directly—but he made it clear that she ran the show from now on.
Maybe I shouldn’t have been so surprised. My father and I had lived a hard life, scraping by on whatever we could afford. Sarah on the other hand, she was heir to a billion dollar fortune. That gross chewing gum old people still like? Yeah, that’s the company Sarah’s grandpa left her when he died. Money meant power, and my father wasn’t going to let it slip away…
If Sarah said I was being a brat, there was no chance for me to tell my side of the story. If Sarah accused me of making a mess or lying about something, I wouldn’t even have the opportunity to object. It didn’t matter how flimsy her evidence was. My father believed her, and in the process, he alienated me.