50 SHADES of SEX: Mega Collection of 50 Erotic Short Sex Stories (Daddy Daughter Sex Stories,Babysitter Sex Stories, Hot Wife Sex Stories, Quickie Sex and More)

by Hunt, Lexi

  Cindy guided and controlled the dinner, keeping James amused, entertained, and awed by her perfection. When dinner was over, she quietly led him upstairs to the guest bedroom, which she had taken great pains to prepare for the evening. Leading him to the king sized bed, she pushed him down on it and began to unbutton his shirt. James tried to stand up, to object, but she firmly pushed him back down and then knelt between his knees.

  “Mama is gone daddy. As much as we’d like it, she’s never coming back. I loved you before she died, but since then what I feel has changed into something else, another kind of love.” She blushed. “I feel it, and I know you feel it too.” Her tiny hand covered the lump in the front of his pants. “I’m a woman now, I’m eighteen years old and there’s not a single law that we’re breaking. You can’t get in any trouble for giving me what I want, what I need-and what I know you want to give me. We can work out the details later daddy, but I’m not going to wait another single minute to take what I want.” Staring into his hazel eyes, she unfastened his belt and his trousers and fished his swollen cock out.

  Her delicate pink tongue curled out and lapped at the slit on top of the mushroom shaped glans of his penis. A moan came from deep in her chest as she parted her lips and took the head into her mouth. It was James’ turn to groan. He watched in amazement as her lips inched down the thick shaft of his cock until her nose lodged against his pelvic bone. He could see that her slender throat was distended, but she showed no signs of a gag reflex or discomfort-and the incredible wet heat of her mouth and throat overpowered and destroyed any sense of shame or impropriety. James was lost in his darling stepdaughter’s clutches and he was glad. His hands searched for entrance to the sheer peignoir, and Cindy, never moving her mouth from his cock, moved her hands to its buttons and shrugged the garment from her shoulders.

  She moved her hands back to his balls, hefting first one and then the other. She was breathing deeply through her nose as she was throating him, and his deliciously male scent intoxicated her. Sucking his cock was as exciting as she had dreamed it would be, and the slightly salty taste of his precum incited her to suck harder, trying to hurry the thick white flow that was her first desire tonight. Daddy loved to watch men cum in the mouths of tiny blonde women, and she knew he had been thinking of her when he had been masturbating all those nights. If she had any say in the matter, he would never need his videos again. Cindy was prepared to drink his cum whenever he wanted. She sucked harder, squeezing her thighs together as the tremors started behind her belly button and radiated through her sex. She was going to cum, and it would be soon.

  His fingers found her hair, and he wound them in the pale gold strands. He could feel his cum rising from a spot at the base of his spine and he tried his best to dislodge Cindy’s sucking mouth but she stubbornly fought him until he gave up. His cum erupted unchecked into her mouth and she swallowed it greedily. Cindy stayed on his cock, nursing at it until it was too painful to allow her to continue.

  There were traces of his cum on her face as he lifted her small naked body and pulled her to him. “I love you so much daddy,” she said, tears of happiness rolling down her alabaster cheeks. “I’ve waited so long.” Her arms wrapped around his neck and their lips met. She had the softest, most demanding lips he’d ever kissed.

  She had no idea how long they had been lying together, sharing their sweet kisses before she realized that James was hard again and his erection was pressing against her flat belly. Cindy crawled on top of him, straddling the thickness of his cock and proudly thrusting her tiny breasts out for him to stroke and fondle. She reached down and spread the lips of her sex, centering the tip of his penis at the top of her slit, tight against her swollen clit. “Oh daddy,” she breathed as she began to rock back and forth, using his shaft to masturbate with and coating him with her juices.

  James lost himself in the magical movement of her hips. She was so slick, and hot. Cindy began making longer strokes, sliding from the tip of his cock all the way to where his balls started. His hands gripped her hips and he applied more pressure.

  Cindy inched forward, feeling the tip of his cock rub across the puckered rosebud of her ass, and she promised herself that it would all come sooner or later. At this very moment though, she desperately wanted him inside her. She slid back up until the tip was bumping her clit again, and changed the angle of her hips. All it took was one small push and James was inside her.

  They both wanted to take it slow, to make the first time last forever. He was bigger than her latex cock, but not enough to hurt her. Her hips wriggled as she worked his long thick cock into her pussy, feeling the live flesh inside her for the very first time. It felt so good she was shaking. “Daddy,” she sobbed, “I love you daddy!” She squeezed her eyes shut tight, and unable to wait any longer, drove herself down onto his full length. Cindy went rigid as her orgasm took her. She wanted to scream, to laugh, and to cry all at once. Having James fully inside her was every bit as wonderful as she had expected it to be. She had read all the descriptions of the ‘earth moving’ and ‘fireworks’ in all the romance novels. Her limited experience with masturbation and with her rubber toy had taught her not to expect quite so much out of real rather than imaginary sex, but this was a surprise to her. Now she understood what the writers were trying to say. Sex always felt good, but sex with someone your truly loved was another animal entirely. When James cock exploded inside her, her entire body was convulsed with her orgasm-even her toes curled as she came and came again.

  Lying on James chest, Cindy was at peace for the first time in weeks. Her head lay on his chest, and she could hear his heartbeat slowing. She knew that they would spend the night in this bed. This was her room now…their room. There was no rush, no need to hide what they were doing. Cindy sighed, finally filled with the rapture of love.

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  Synopsis:

  Brewster Donovan was aware that he had a problem, but he was mistaken as to what the real problem was. He had worried for years about his relationships with his stepdaughters and their effect on his relationship with his wife. It never occurred to him to let Kendra know that if she wanted something from him, all she had to do was ask for it…

  Brewster had been warned from the beginning. Raising someone else’s daughters was a losing proposition any way you looked at it. Aside from the expense of weddings down the road, there was puberty to dread. Young girls always tried out their sexual wings on someone close to them, and the lure of a step-father who was no blood relation to them and a perceived rival for the affections of their mother was tremendous.

  Blind luck was the only thing that kept Brew on the straight and narrow; the two older girls had tempted him almost beyond the limits of mortal men. His wife Kendra had been a big help. She had been completely aware of her daughters’ flirtations and their ‘accidental’ full or partial nudity in front of him. Many times at night she would tease him because Clara (the oldest) or Donna (next to oldest), or both of them, had chosen to snuggle up next to him in panties and tee shirt to watch an old horror movie. Kendra seemed to get a big kick out of the sexual tension the girls provoked in Brew and she rarely failed to take advantage of it. Kendra was a hell of a package herself, and quite a handful in bed.

  The last two years, however, since the older girls had gone on to college, had been hard on the three of them. Kendra had become distant, less sexual. Tiffany, approaching her own eighteenth birthday, had really ramped up her efforts to drive Brew crazy with her flirting and teasing. He had been in a constant state of arousal for months with no relief.

  “You want to fuck her,” Kendra said viciously.

  “What?” Brew said, sitting up in their bed. “Where the hell did that come from?”

  “I’ve seen the way you look at her!”

  Brew knew that whatever his response was, it would be wrong. He was on dangerous ground, and he knew it. So far he had dodged this bullet, but for some reason he was in it now, up to his neck and through no faul
t of his own.

  “You were staring at Tiffany’s tits-and you had a hard on,” Kendra sobbed.

  It was a nightmare that Brew had played over and over in his head, but all the calm collected answers he had prepared were nowhere to be found. “Kendra, the girl has been flashing me and teasing me for years. Why in the hell did you wait until now to bring it up?” Tiffany had been far worse than the two older girls about teasing him. She regularly came into the living room in full sight of her mother wearing a see through peignoir with nothing underneath to obstruct his view of her shapely body. Kendra had never called her on it. Countless times Tiffany had flaunted her body at him-at their pool, on family camping trips to the beach and even though it had been blatantly obvious what she was doing, his wife had never said a word.

  Brew sat up, seething. He had been backed into a defensive corner and he felt trapped. Whatever he did would be wrong, and in that event, he’d just as well get something pleasant out of it before the shit hit the fan. He reached for his clothes and walked into the bathroom.

  “Where are you going?” Kendra asked tearfully.

  “Out.” He couldn’t think of any other response.

  Brew wasn’t sure at all where he was going until the bright neon of the sign caught his attention. The Toy Box was a thriving business if the number of cars in the parking lot was an indicator. The sign reading LIVE…NUDE…GIRLS was definitely an attention getter, and Brew pulled into the parking lot. He paid the ten dollar cover charge and went inside.

  The reason the club was so busy was obvious as soon as he stepped inside. The place was classy, paneled in dark wood. The bar was polished mahogany with highly polished brass accents and foot rail. Bouncers, dressed in tuxedos sans the coats, were large, pleasant, and numerous. The women were young, naked, and spectacular. One of the beautiful naked women attached herself to his arm and guided him to a table near the main stage, the achingly gorgeous slope of her breast brushing against his arm.

  Brew was on his second double scotch when she came onstage. She was young looking, with a tanned slender body covered by a schoolgirl costume. Her breasts were full, slightly larger than one would expect on her slight frame. Her tawny hair hung to her waist, was gathered into a single ponytail and her amber eyes flashed in the stage lights as she started her routine. Brew’s heart seemed to stop as he watched the girl remove her top during the first song. His cock raged against his zipper as she slipped the top off, exposing her breasts and shaking them at a very appreciative spectator drinking beer from a mug at the edge of the stage. It couldn’t be-it wasn’t possible!

  Brew didn’t know if he was disappointed or relieved when she turned to face his side of the stage. The only way he knew it wasn’t Tiffany was because of the mole on her left breast. He sighed. The very last thing he had needed tonight was a doppelganger of his stepdaughter. His cock went limp and he picked up his drink and drained it. He left.

  The lights were on in his bedroom, but he had no place else to go. Resigned to a night of misery, he trudged up the stairs and into the light.

  Kendra jumped from the bed and ran to him, sobbing. “I’m sorry-I’m so sorry.” She clung to him like plastic wrap, her lightly clad body pressing close to his, her tears soaking his shirt. “This is my fault Brew, it’s all my fault. I should have talked to you, I should have told you…”

  Confused, Brew hugged Kendra to him stroking her hair and patting her back. “Told me what?”

  “That she wants to watch while you fuck me daddy,” eighteen year old Tiffany said from the darkened corner of the bedroom where the upholstered chair Brew usually sat in to put on his socks and shoes. She reached up and flipped the lamp switch above her. Her tawny hair cascaded gloriously down in waves from her pretty head, and she had one knee tossed casually over the arm of the chair. She was wearing a thin tee shirt and nothing else. From where he was standing, he noticed with some surprise that Tiffany’s mound was shaved smooth.

  He turned to face his wife. “You’ve been upset because I wouldn’t fuck your daughter?”

  “I’ve been upset because I feel like such a depraved pervert,” Kendra sniffed. “Hell, I know it’s wrong but I can’t get it out of my head and it’s driving me crazy.”

  Brew looked at his stepdaughter, who was playing with her nipple through her tee shirt. He could see that it was rigid, and he could see the lips of her sex glistening with moisture. “Don’t look at me,” she said, “I’ve been trying to seduce you for years.” The fingers of her free hand probed for her clit and massaged the hard little kernel of flesh.

  “This is crazy!”

  “I know Brew, but it’s a fantasy I can’t get out of my head,” Kendra said. Her voice changed and she took his hand, pulling it inside her robe to her sex. “Can’t you see what this is doing to me?” she pleaded. She was dripping wet. Kendra tugged him over to the bed, talking softly and explaining. All the while she was opening his pants, pulling his cock out and stroking it.

  Brew felt pressure on the bed and saw that Tiffany had clambered onto the bed and was busy lifting the tee shirt over her head. When she was nude, Tiffany crawled across the comforter. “Come on daddy, don’t you want me to suck your cock? Don’t you want to know how it feels to have my mouth on you?”

  “Oh god,” Kendra said, her hands busy beneath her robe and her breathing rapid and shallow. “I want to see it Brew-I want to watch her suck you!” Her eyes narrowed and her next words came out in a hiss. “I want to see your cum dripping out of her mouth, I want to see your cock in her ass-I want you to fuck my daughter!” Kendra lay back on the bed, her robe parted and her legs spread, and four fingers stuffed in her wet pussy.

  The world had turned upside down, and Brew watched, bewildered, as Tiffany grabbed his thick cock in her small hands and lowered her mouth to the head. His moan was real. He had no idea how active sexually Tiffany might be, but he knew she was over eighteen and that was all he needed to know.

  He tugged his shirt off, baring the abs he worked so hard to maintain. Tiffany lifted her eyes and he heard the greedy slurping of her mouth as she worked his cock over while staring at his hard belly.

  “Does it feel good Brew?” Kendra asked breathlessly, her entire body quivering. “Does she suck it as well as I do?” Kendra’s face was very close to Tiffany’s, her lips parted as she focused on the soft lips slipping over the slick skin of Brew’s penis. The sensation of Kendra’s hot breath on the wet skin where Tiffany’s mouth had just been was too much for him. Brew exploded.

  Tiffany’s mouth never left him. She gulped down as much of the thick white semen as she could as the overflow escaped the corners of her mouth. Kendra eagerly lapped up the excess, her pink tongue licking it from Tiffany’s cheeks and chin. Brew watched in total fascination as his wife and stepdaughter drained his balls. When they were done, he was still iron hard.

  “That was good daddy,” Tiffany said, licking her lips. She lay back on the sheets and lifted her arms to him in invitation, her legs spread lewdly, leaving no doubt as to her intentions. Kendra was whimpering, her whole hand stuffed inside her pussy now, frantic desire on her face as she watched her husband and her daughter together naked. “Fuck her!” she barked hoarsely. “Stick your cock in her little pussy and make her cum!”

  The whole thing seemed surreal, but Brew crawled between Tiffany’s widespread legs. He stared down at the plump pink folds of her glistening pussy, and he wanted her. Tiffany watched his face and placed her fingers on her nether lips, teasingly spreading them wide so that he could see the hard kernel of her clit. “Put it in me daddy,” she breathed, “stick your big cock in my pussy and fuck me!”

  Brew took a deep breath and then inserted the tip of his cock into her waiting slit. There was no resistance, Tiffany had done this before. He slid all the way in until he was fully seated in her wet heat. “Jesus,” he croaked.

  “Mommy’s watched me before,” Tiffany whispered into his ear. “She likes to watch me fuck.” Her hips were writ
hing beneath him, pushing her clit onto the rigid top of his cock. He was more than a little shocked at what he was hearing, but he was perversely excited by the idea of Kendra watching his stepdaughter fucking and not including him. Kendra’s eyes were wide as she listened to Tiffany’s confession, but she made no effort to stop her.

  Tiffany’s hands clasped his neck, and she gazed directly into his eyes as she told him. “Mom caught me in the pool with Schuyler Hammond,” Tiffany said. Schuyler Hammond was a huge young man, the first string fullback on the high school football team. All the high school girls fairly swooned over his good looks and his muscular body, and rumor had it that more than one cheerleader’s mother had sampled his young cock. The rumors were correct.

  “I thought you guys were gone and Schuyler starting playing with my tits. It felt good, and the next thing I knew he had my panties off and my legs were wrapped around his waist. I’d always heard that the first time hurt, and his dick was really big daddy-but I never felt anything but pleasure when he put it in me that first time. I don’t think he had pushed into me more than once or twice before I started cumming.” Tiffany leaned forward and took the lobe of Brew’s ear between her teeth. “I like fucking daddy,” she whispered, “and I really like being watched. When Schuyler was inside me I looked up and saw mom at the kitchen window staring at us. I went crazy riding him and I begged him to put it in my ass. When mom got out to the pool Schuyler had me bent over the edge of the pool and he was pushing it inside my ass. That hurt a little at first, but I saw the look on mom’s face and I started cumming again.”