by D STEP
“Yeah Ryan fucks up, it’s true, but did I buy him a trip to Cancun?”
“No,” I mumbled, looking down at my toes and sneaking another small drag off the joint.
“That’s right,” he said, nodding sagely and crossing his arms in front of his broad, muscular chest.
“Fine. Well, what can I do to win back the ticket?” I pouted my lips and peered up at him through my long eyelashes. “I’ll do whatever you want, Philip. I’m a good girl. You seem stressed. Isn’t there anything I can do to make you feel better?” I slowly slid my index finger between my lips and into my mouth, sucking on it as I stared into his clear blue eyes.
“Yeah I’m not stressed, I’m fine,” he said cluelessly, ignoring my lewd gesture, to my great frustration.
I tried once again. “Or maybe you should spank me. I’ve been so naughty,” I purred, uncrossing my legs to show him a flash of my crotch. I ground the joint out on the lip of the bathtub and tossed the roach into the trash can.
CHAPTER 2
“Tomorrow you’re gonna do all the chores. You’re gonna wash the dishes, mow the lawn, and clean the bathroom until the ceramic is all shiny. That’s what you can do. Understood, young lady?”
I lost it. “Are you fucking serious?” I yelled, angry at the punishment, but even more, enraged that he never seemed to notice me hitting on him.
“Watch your mouth, lil miss,” he warned in a low voice.
I stood up suddenly. “Lil miss? Really? I can say and do whatever I want. I’m a grown woman. You should treat me like one.” I felt the anger in my chest like a sharp pair of claws. I wanted to dominate him like he was trying to dominate me; I wanted to make him feel like a little bitch. How dare he try to tell me what to do?
Philip turned away without a word and walked out of the room. I guess he was used to my “tantrums.” I watched his ass as he stalked away down the hall. Damn him and his tight, sexy ass! I watched him, admiring the muscles in his back under his tight tee shirt, his perky round ass, his thick thighs and cut calfs. He walked slowly, as if he knew I was watching every step. I childishly slammed the bathroom door and sighed in exasperation. The nanny was going to have a great day tomorrow, because I would be doing all the housework and then some. I could tell it was going to be a shitty day tomorrow. Was it?
CHAPTER 3
I woke up earlier than usual the next morning. It was around seven o’clock, and already the sun was baking hot. “Great,” I muttered to myself, “A perfect beach day, and I’m stuck at home doing chores.” The heat always makes me super horny, and I knew my stepdad was somewhere around the house, so I decided to wear one of my skimpiest outfits. Maybe I could finally get his attention. Forgoing underwear, I slid on a pair of shorts that showed the bottom curves of my ass cheeks, no bra, no underwear, and a thin, pink crop top that barely covered my tits. I took a long look in the mirror. I looked so good that I even turned myself on. I ran my hands over my breasts, tweaked the nipples to get them hard, and gave a little moan and shiver. There was no way I wouldn’t be able to get his attention today.
I walked down the stairs, through the expansive kitchen, grabbed an apple for breakfast, and stepped out into the baking heat of the sun. I looked out over the lush half-acre of grass that sat in front of our mansion. I instantly felt beads of sweat start to form on my forehead and chest; I felt the perspiration slide down over my erect nipples, down my abdomen, into the waistband of my shorts. I was gonna be soaking wet by the time I finished mowing this huge lawn.
I must have pushed the lawnmower for nearly two hours; by the time I was done, I was panting and my whole body was slick with sweat. My hair was plastered to the back of my neck, my shoulders were sunburned, and my throat burned with thirst. My shirt stuck to my full, perky tits like a second skin; it was completely soaked through. My thighs were slippery with sweat and as I walked with the mower, I could feel them rubbing together gently. The rubbing combined with the bunched-up denim of my shorts riding up into the cleft of my bare pussy was making me wetter and wetter with every step I took. Not to mention the fact that I had been fantasizing about my stepdad the whole time I was working. I felt like I was gonna come in my pants the entire morning. I had to stop myself from taking a break to touch myself; every minute I was resisting the urge to drop the mower, stick my hands in my pants, and rub one out in the middle of the front yard. I was so fucking horny, it would have taken five seconds of me standing there and rubbing my clit before I’d be coming hard on my hand, knees buckling on the lawn, getting grass clippings all over my ass cheeks. I pictured my stepdad watching me from the window, seeing me get myself off right there in broad daylight. I moaned and pinched my thigh hard. “Snap out of it!” I told myself. There was no way I was going to get the rest of the housework done if I was on the verge of orgasm the entire time.
I put the lawnmower away and walked back into the house. The cool air of the kitchen felt delicious after the unbearable heat outside. I felt goosebumps run over my arms and thighs, and my nipples tightened almost painfully against the fabric of my shirt as the cold air hit them. I filled a glass with water from the sink, then poured some icy water from the fridge in it and leaned back against the counter, relishing the feeling of the granite edge pressing into the small of my back. I drank the cool water in one long gulp, letting some of it drip down my chin and down into my cleavage. I shivered with pleasure at the feeling, then sighed and turned to the pile of dirty dishes waiting to be washed.
I filled the sink with warm, soapy water and plunged my hands into it up to my elbows. As I started washing, my thoughts turned helplessly back to Philip. I had to admit, I was totally overwhelmed with jealousy for my mother. I wanted Philip for myself. I wanted him more than I’ve ever wanted anything else. It was so wrong; he was my stepfather! But somehow the fact that he was my stepdad turned me on even more. I wondered what his cock was like; I was sure it had to be big. He was a big man, and from what I’d seen from glimpses of the front of his pants, I knew he had to be packing. God, there was nothing I loved more than a big, thick cock. I loved the feeling of being split wide open, my pussy stretched, my clit throbbing as a guy gave me the full length and girth of his huge dick. I loved coming hard with my cunt filled to the limit, the walls of my vagina contracting, wanting it deeper and deeper inside of me. I craved the feeling of being fucked hard and rough by Philip’s rock-hard rod; I pictured the thickness of it as I would guide it into me, plunging in and out slowly at first, then harder and harder until I felt like my whole body was being taken over by his cock, his balls slapping against my clit as he rammed into me over and over…
Fuck, I was almost coming again. Instead of sweat running down my thighs, I could feel the crotch of my shorts was soaking wet with my own juices. I realized I had been absentmindedly rubbing myself against the handle of one of the kitchen cabinets below me. My pussy was throbbing and swollen, my tits strained against my tight tee shirt, my fingers were soapy and wet.
“Ugh!” I yelled out loud, stomping my foot on the marble floor. I poured another glass of cold water, hoping the icy temperature would do something to cool down this unbearable heat inside of me. This whole day was bullshit! I was tired of being tormented by these thoughts of Philip, and running around like a maid, doing chores with a dripping-wet pussy was the last straw. This was totally unfair. My stepdad ignoring my sexual advances was one thing, but I wasn’t going to let him push me around like this. I was done being his little bitch, and I decided to go upstairs right then and tell him so.
I yanked my arms out of the sink, wiped my soapy hands on the front of my tee shirt, grabbed my glass of water, and whirled around, heading toward the staircase leading to the second level of the house. I ran up the stairs, tits bouncing, nearly slipping when I got to the top because of the soapy water that had run down my legs. I stalked down the hall toward the bedroom that my mother and Philip shared. The door was shut tight. I didn’t care; I busted right through and stood in the doorway, frozen in
place by what I saw before me.
CHAPTER 4
Philip was in bed, shirtless, holding the biggest, hardest cock I had ever laid eyes upon. His arm was flexed, and I could see his biceps bulging as his big hand gripped his shaft firmly. I had clearly caught him jerking off to something; his laptop was open on the bed next to him. The glass of water slipped out of my hand and crashed to the floor, shattering in hundreds of pieces. At the sound of this, Philip shot up from the bed, boxers pulled down around his thighs, looking mortified.
“Jesus, get out of here!” he yelled at me, as I stood there with my mouth gaping open, unable to move my eyes from my stepdad’s still-erect cock. He tried to cover himself with his hands, but there was no way he could hide it. This thing was enormous. It was all I had ever hoped it might be. Long, smooth, and thick, it must have been at least ten or eleven inches long, and thicker than my wrist. Every inch of me longed to touch it, to taste it, to hold it. My mouth began to salivate as I felt my pussy get even wetter than it had been all day.
Instead of leaving, I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. Philip had gone silent and speechless. He still looked outraged, but I noticed that he had taken a few glances at my tits. I looked down and saw the clear outline of my hard nipples; you could see them through the shirt I was wearing. I looked back up into his eyes
“Having fun all by yourself up here, huh?” I teased him, taking a step or two forward, slowly, feeling as though I was trying to corner some nervous animal. I knew this was not the time for subtlety. It was now or never. Here was my golden opportunity to get what I’d been wanting for so long. I finally had my stepdad where I wanted him.
Philip eyed me nervously as I approached him, clutching at his boxers, trying in vain to pull them back over his massive erection, which, despite his apparent discomfort, was still going strong. I stopped inches in front of him and gazed directly into his blue eyes. I reached out my right hand slowly and slid it over the smooth skin of his shaft. I heard his breath catch in his throat, but he didn’t move away. I started rubbing gently, stroking up and down.
“Let me help you,” I whispered as I massaged his throbbing cock. He dropped his head with a small moan of pleasure and I pushed his mouth against my tits. He licked my left nipple, tentatively at first, then began sucking it with tight pressed lips while edging the pinnacle of my nipple with sharp teeth, the thrilling sensation it sent jolting through me was amazing, I couldn’t help my shivers.
My hand moved faster between his legs. He bit my nipple lightly and I gasped, then spit on my hand and rolled my palm over the head of his cock, feeling his hips start thrusting as he bit into my shoulder. Suddenly I had to have him in my mouth. I pulled away and knelt on the floor in front of him. I felt a thin trickle of saliva running down my chin; I was literally drooling to get his cock in my mouth. I lapped at the head with my small pink tongue, struck once again by how huge he was. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to fit it in my mouth.
Before I could really try, I felt him pull me up by the sides of my shoulders. He looked into my eyes tenderly, and with a look of regret.
“Emily, baby, this isn’t right. You’re my stepdaughter. I’m supposed to take care of you. This, what we’re doing, it’s wrong. We’re both just confused. Let’s get you to the shower and we’ll clean up and forget this whole thing ever happened.”
My heart sunk. I should have known this would happen. I finally get to touch Philip, to taste him, to get my mouth around that gorgeous cock, and he gets cold feet. He feels guilty. Just my luck.
But no way was I going to give up now.
CHAPTER 5
I would play the good girl, get in the shower with him, but I wasn’t done with him, not by a long shot. I dropped my head onto his chest, wrapped my arms around his neck, and allowed him to pick me up. He carried me into the enormous ensuite bathroom he shared with my mother. He turned on the shower and held a hand under the spray until it was warm enough, then ushered me inside, closing the glass door behind us. I watched him fill his hands with soap and rub them together to form a lather. He reached out and began soaping me gently and delicately. He turned me around and began slowly massaging the soap into my shoulders and back. I felt like I was melting under his touch as he worked his way down my back, over my ass, and down the backs of my thighs, lathering and rinsing with great care.
“Now I’ll wash you,” I said, reaching for the soap and turning to face him. He turned around reluctantly and I ran my hands up his back and over his broad shoulders, feeling the rippling muscle under his smooth, pale skin. I looked down at his ass, so firm and round. I ran my hands over it, soaping it, admiring the way the water cascaded over it. The sight was so sexy that I became a bit more daring, sliding my hand gently between his ass cheeks, wanting to touch his asshole. My index finger found the opening and I slowly massaged it, trying to slip my finger in slightly. His body stiffened, and I could tell he was not used to this kind of ass play; I could tell he wanted me to stop.
But his thick cock was still rock hard. I knew I was turning him on. I reached around and squeezed his shaft with my left hand to hold him in place. I kept my right hand in the crack of his ass, index finger once more finding his puckered asshole. I began to gently rub the outside of the hole, and after a minute I could feel him relax, so I slowly slid my wet middle finger inside up to the second knuckle, feeling the tightness of him. I gently slid my finger out, then pushed it back in, working it in and out as I held his cock in my other hand, stroking it firmly, stopping every once in a while to squeeze his balls. He began moaning uncontrollably as his body responded to my hands.
I put my face up behind his right ear. “Do you want me to stop, stepdad?” I whispered as I continued to finger his asshole and pump my hand up and down his cock.
“No please don’t stop,” he groaned urgently, and I began fucking his asshole harder with my finger, stroking his thick, veiny dick faster and faster. I felt his legs begin to shudder, and I could tell that he was about to come. I didn’t want that yet, so I stopped what I was doing and gave him a sharp little slap on the ass.
“Now, be a nice little slut and turn around,” I commanded him in my most dominating tone. He obeyed, turning around to face me, a dazed expression of lust on his handsome face, his erection pointing right at me.
I knelt on the floor of the shower, took his cock in my hand, and gobbled into my mouth, wanting to suck him off fast and hard. I grabbed his ass in both hands and tried to take in the full length of his dick, but it was so huge, I could feel it slamming against the back of my throat. He grabbed a thick handful of my hair and began fucking my face, ramming his cock in and out of my mouth, gagging me with it. I sucked at it hungrily, loving the feeling of being choked by my stepdad’s giant erection, feeling his cock throbbing against my tongue, until I could again feel that he was about to come. His knees were buckling slightly, and I could feel that he was about to blow a massive load. I pulled away from him once again, still not ready for him to come yet, denying him or his orgasm.
CHAPTER 6
Breathing hard, I stood up and turned around to face the shower wall. Pressing my tits against the foggy glass, I bent at the waist, thrusting my hips back, offering my ass to Philip.
“My turn,” I told him, my voice throaty with lust. “Eat my pussy from behind. Get that pretty face in there.”
He groaned and pushed his face into my cunt, lapping it with his tongue, making my legs shudder with pleasure. I reached back for a fistful of his thick brown hair and pushed his face deeper into my ass. “Eat my asshole!” I commanded him roughly, and I felt him slid his tongue up into my ass. As he began to tongue-fuck my asshole, he slid two thick fingers into my pussy and began pumping them in and out, hitting my g-spot and making me grunt like an animal, my tits smashed flat against the wall, his tongue teasing my ass, my cunt grasping at his fingers greedily. He withdrew his fingers from my slippery pussy, but continued to fuck my ass with his mouth. I ground m
y ass back into his face, trying to get his tongue further into me. I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed him to fuck me.
“Please Philip. Fuck me now,” I begged, pushing my ass out farther, looking over my shoulder at him. He stood with his cock in his hand, massaging it slowly, gazing into my eyes, his other hand resting on my hip. He slapped his cock against my ass cheek, teasing me with it. It was the most delicious looking dick I had ever seen; I needed to feel it inside me. He slid his hand along the thick, veiny shaft, cupping the head and spreading the pre-cum all over the tip, guiding it close to the entrance of my pussy. I could feel its heat as he pressed the warm head of his cock against my labia, pushing gently but not entering yet. He rubbed it up and down my dripping wet slit, getting it lubricated with my juices. My clit throbbed as he slid his cock against it lightly; this made me moan loudly, and when he heard me he drew back, spread my lips open, and guided his huge erection into me. He fed it in very slowly and deliberately, so that I could feel every inch of it as it stretched my vagina wide open. He filled me up all the way and then pulled out just as slowly as he had entered.
He started fucking me slow and intense, his hands gripping my hips, thumbs pressing hard into my skin as he slid in and out of my hot, tight pussy. My hips wanted to speed up, but he kept control. I was moaning involuntarily now, not caring how loud my voice was. I finally had my stepdad’s huge cock inside of me; he was actually fucking me, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. “Faster,” I begged, and he began to slam into me harder and harder. I bucked back against him, taking the full length of him inside me, his balls slapping against my ass as he fucked me hard and fast, grunting with each thrust
“Oh my God,” I yelled, looking back into his face as he pounded me from behind. “Please fuck me in the ass.”