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

  I giggled, and my stepdad laughed. That was another shocking moment for me. I realised I hadn't heard my stepdad laugh in quite some time. In fact, I don't think I could remember the last time I heard him chuckle like that. It was like he was a new man.

  The next couple of hours slipped by without me noticing. After a few more beers, conversation was flowing freely -- it was the most I had ever spoken with my stepdad in the entire time I had known him. I couldn't believe it, but he was actually a decent guy. Either that or being away from my mom had somehow miraculously changed him. Either way, I was discovering more and more about him that I liked. How strange it was that I could have lived in the same house as this man for 8 years, and yet known nothing about him. And on the flip side, he knew nothing about me. But now that he had actually taken the time to sit down and listen, there were so many things that I could talk to him about. Obviously the beer helped, but I really did feel like we were finally bonding.

  "You know what, Steve" I said, trying my best not to slur my words after the least seven beers "I never realised how cool you were. It's kind of a shame that I'm just realising that now, well, now that you're not with mom anymore."

  The moment I mentioned mom, his face changed. His eyes became darker, and his entire posture shifted. I immediately regretted what I'd said, but there was no taking it back.

  "I'm sorry" I said immediately, placing my hand on my stepdad's knee and leaning towards him "I didn't mean to mention her. I mean, I know it's a sore subject, and I wasn't going to bring up at all. Just forget I said anything"

  My stepdad smiled, and then to my surprise he placed his hand on top of mine and squeezed gently.

  "It's all right, Sarah" he said, his voice low and soothing "I'm over it. She's your mom, and I can't expect you to erase from your vocabulary. My divorce was finalised over six months ago. A lot can happen in six months. A man can learn things about himself. New things, things that might surprise people. That might surprise you, in fact."

  I didn't know what he meant by that, but there was a strange look in his eye he spoke that made me feel a little bit uneasy. It was like a flash of excitement, mixed with something much darker. Like he was holding on to some sort of powerful secret, something that might make my toes curl!

  He squeezed my hand again, and then perhaps even more to my surprise, I squeezed back. Perhaps it was the drink, or perhaps it was the fact that I hadn't seen him for so long, or maybe it was the fact that he seemed to be a completely different person now that I was sitting before him -- but that moment I felt my stomach do a somersault as I looked at him. He was far more attractive Than I ever remembered, and the smouldering stare that he was fixing me with worked me all into a strange tangle.

  "I never told you how proud I am of you, Sarah" my stepdad said, leaning in close so that his face was only a few inches away from mine "you've turned out into a fine young woman."

  My breath caught in my chest as he spoke, and I felt my mouth turning dry. I was nervous, scared – but there was also part of me that with excited. Where were these strange words coming from? Why was he choosing to tell them to me now? And what the hell did he even mean by them?

  "Very fine indeed ..." he whispered, his lips now only centimetres away from mine.

  In a moment of complete and utter madness I gave myself over to him. I leaned in close and pressed my mouth against his. It was so crazy, so completely unexpected and out of character for me, but yet it felt so right. He responded to the kiss immediately, slipping his tongue inside my mouth and causing me to inhale sharply through my nose with shock. He pulled away from the kiss just for a second, and chuckled, and pressed his lips against mine once more. His movements were full of passion, almost desperation. I myself was paralysed, struck dumb by the enormity of what we were doing. I allowed my bottle of beer to slip from my limp grasp, and go rolling across the floor. But neither of us took any notice. We were too busy exploring each other, teasing each other's mouths and tasting each other for the very first time.

  My stepdad's hands slid up my thighs, over my tight miniskirt and then clasped around my tiny waist. He pulled me across the couch closer to him, and I put my hands up on his chest, feeling the hard, tight muscles beneath his shirt. That was a new thing to me to, and it sent jolt of desire up and down my spine. The whole situation was utterly crazy, and I felt a strange wave of shame, mixed with passion wash over me as my stepdad's hands moved from around my waist and cupped my firm, juicy breasts. I didn't know what to do with myself, so I just sat there, allowing him to kiss and fondle me as he wished. It was as if I wasn't in control of my own body any more. Like I was just carrying on in a dreamlike state.

  But I had complete and utter an awareness. I could feel everything; my stepdad's hands as they squeezed my tits, causing my nipples to become erect. My heart was thudding in my chest and I felt sick, but also exhilarated as my stepdad began to undo the buttons of my shirt, and then slip the garment over my shoulders to reveal my swollen breasts. He looked down at them with a ravenous look in his eyes before pulling my bra down and taking my breasts in his hands, squeezing hard. I gasped as his mouth clamped down around one of my nipples, sucking and teasing me, rolling my flesh between his teeth so that I gasped and winced in pain. I couldn't believe I was letting my stepdad do this to me! And who knew Daddy had such skills!

  I felt my pussy beginning to flutter and pulsate, as my stepdad's tongue snaked its way around my nipple and down my cleavage. Then I gasped as he thrust his hand up my skirt, and began massaging my wet pussy through my panties, vigorously. It was all happening so quickly that my head was spinning. I did nothing to stop him.

  "I knew it" my stepdad whispered as he slipped his fingers inside my panties "you're nice and wet for Daddy"

  With those words he slipped his fingers up inside my tight wet cunt. I let out a loud moan, and screwed my eyes shut. I felt ashamed of what was happening to me, but it was too good to stop. My stepdad slid his fingers up as far as they would go, and then began to gently curl them around in circular motions before drawing them back out again. My clit was buzzing now, and I was desperate to get some friction against it. Without even realising it, I began grinding my hips and biting my lip. My stepdad knew what I wanted, it was quite clear.

  He withdrew his hand suddenly, and then dropped to his knees on the floor in front of me. I looked down at him, my eyes wide with fear and desire he tugged down my panties and pushed up my skirt with his other hand. He stopped momentarily to regard my pink, shaven pussy before burying his face inside it. I let out a loud yelp of surprise and pleasure, as he thrust his cock-hard tongue up inside my wet slit. It felt absolutely sensational, as he flicked his tongue over my clit quickly, and then dipped inside me so that I contracted around him. My pussy juices were flowing freely now, and the more massaged my clit with his tongue, the more wet I became. It was true. I was wet for my daddy!

  I heard him moan, as my clit began to pulsate and flutter beneath his tongue. He buried his face in my wet folds, sucking and lapping at me greedily. The noises alone were working me up into a hot, tangled state. It wasn't enough to feel his tongue there. I wanted to feel his rock hard cock inside me. I wanted him to fuck me, there and then.

  "I want you inside me, Daddy” I whispered, unable to stop myself "I want to feel your hard cock inside my tight little pussy. Fuck me, Daddy!”

  He didn't need telling twice. He got up and pushed me down on the couch, keeping his eyes firmly locked on mine as he climbed on top of me. I immediately felt the bulging head of his cock pressing up against my tight wet hole and I half gasped, half giggled with excitement as he slipped his swollen helmet into me.

  His face was a picture of desire, like somehow we had both been leading up to this moment. I bit my lip once more, and then dug my nails into his back as he thrust forwards, burying his huge thick cock deep inside me. I cried out loud with pleasure, grinding myself against him as he began to fuck me, hard. I couldn't believe that my daddy was inside m
e, nor could I believe how good it felt. How right it felt.

  "You like taking Daddy’s cock? Huh?” My stepdad grunted, throwing his head back and screwing his eyes shut as he fucked me into submission. His face was strained, like he was battling with years of pent-up desire inside him. "You like being Daddy's little cum-slut?”

  I gasped at the sheer filth of his words. I felt my cheeks growing red, and my stomach began to do somersaults. It was amazing, hearing him talk like this; I never knew he was this kinky! But I couldn't help agreeing with him. I loved the way his hard cock felt inside me, feeling the ridges and the swollen veins as he slid up into my most sensitive, secret area. I liked how it felt to do something so forbidden, so taboo. He was right, I did like being Daddy’s little cum-slut. I wanted him to fill me to the brim, until I could take no more.

  I let out a squeal of pain and pleasure as my stepdad thrust his hand underneath me, and lifted up my hips -- slamming into me as hard as he could. His huge cock stretched me out and filled me up so much that it hurt. But it was a good pain, and I wanted to feel more of it. He slid his cock out again and then slammed back in with even more force. I yelped once more, but my little sounds of discomfort mixed with pleasure only seemed to spur him on.

  "Tell me how much you want it” my daddy growled, slamming into me over and over “beg me for it! Beg for Daddy’s cock!”

  I gave him what he wanted. I threw my head back, whining and gasping as I felt tears spring to my eyes. Then I began to beg.

  "Please Daddy!” I squealed "please fuck me. I'm begging you, Daddy. Fuck me till I squirt!”

  I couldn't believe the obscenities that were coming out of my mouth; it was so unlike me to be so dirty. But at that moment I wanted to be dirty. I wanted to be a filthy, bad girl for my daddy so that he would pump me to the brim. I needed this.

  And my daddy gave it to me. With a roar and a grunt, he slammed into me one last time, so hard that I could feel him practically in the pit of my stomach. Then I felt his cock erupting inside of me, pumping wave after wave of hot, creamy cum deep inside. I wailed and gasped, digging my nails into his back as my own orgasm came crushing down on me, squirting out all over his cock. My pussy convulsed and tightened around his shaft, as if I were desperate not to let him go. I couldn't believe how good it felt, and as the last waves of pleasure began to escape me I immediately felt dizzy.

  It was so intense that neither of us spoke for a few moments. My stepdad slumped down on me, still inside me as he panted for air. I felt his cock slowly beginning to relax inside my wet pussy, and couldn't help but smile to myself. This was definitely the beginning of a new, albeit unorthodox, relationship. And as far as I was concerned, my Daddy and I had a lot more bonding to do before the night was over.

  Sleepover Slut

  “A Rough Threesome Encounter And Sexual Punishment Short”

  SYNOPSIS:

  Eighteen year old schoolgirls Jen and Shelley are having a sleepover, and Jen decides to go downstairs to steal some beer from the basement. She knows she’s not allowed to drink, but Shelley brings out her wild side whenever she’s around. However, when Jen is searching for the keys to the basement, her stepdad catches her. He knows what she’s up to and decides to dish out a little punishment, bending her over his knee for a hard spanking. Then things really begin to heat up when Shelley comes downstairs and catches them in the act. This is a rough threesome sex short, with adult themes such as sexual punishment, spanking, forced cunnilingus and ‘daddy’/daughter sex.

  "Dammit, hold still would you Shelley" I said, smudging nail polish on the carpet as I tried to paint her toenails. She was having trouble holding still, true but I didn't like to admit that the reason that I was having trouble applying her nail polish might have been due to the fact that I’d had one too many beers.

  I squinted, trying to control my not-so-accurate vision, and also trying to apply the polish without ruining my bedroom carpet even further. Shelley looked at my face and giggled.

  "I think you’ve probably had one too many, Jen" Shelley said, smiling. I couldn't help but notice that she slurred her words ever so slightly, so I giggled. It sounded like she'd had one too many too.

  "I've not had enough" I said, defiantly. I looked her square in the eye and smiled again "I don't think either of us has had enough. We made a pact that this night was going to be awesome, and I don't think we've quite reached awesome just yet."

  "But we've run out of beer" Shelley said, sitting upright and causing me to splurge red nail polish right over her toes and up her foot. She didn't seem to notice. "You drank the last one, Jen. In my mind that makes you responsible for topping us up. What are you going to do about it?"

  She was giggling as she spoke, but I could tell that there was an element of seriousness in her voice. And she was kind of right. I had arranged this sleepover, it was at my house, so I should be responsible for providing the alcohol. I had thought that stealing a whole bucket load of beers from the basement, where my stepdad kept them, would have been enough. But we finished the whole lot in nearly 2 hours. It was now midnight, and the rest of the house had gone to bed, so I began to wonder whether making another trip to the basement would be possible.

  "What you thinking?" Shelley said, a mischievous glint in her eye. She knew exactly what I was thinking, so I didn't need to answer. I just smiled at her and scrambled to my feet, trying my best not to wobble as the alcohol went straight to my legs.

  "Wait here" I said, putting on my silk dressing gown "I'll pay another visit my stepdad’s stash. He'll be asleep by now so it’s all good, I'll be back in a minute"

  I slipped out of my bedroom, closing the door behind me as quietly as I could. Then I tiptoed down the hall, feeling my heart racing in my chest. I was both nervous and excited, because I knew that what I was about to was wrong. My stepdad would be angry when he found out that I'd been at is beers, but my mom would absolutely kill me. But my reasoning spurred me on. I figured that, being as I'd already stolen from him, stealing a few more wouldn't make any difference.

  I slowly began to descend the stairs, leaning on the banister so that I didn't put too much pressure on our creaky floorboards. I really did have to be as quiet as possible, because my stepdad was a very light sleeper. When I finally made it to the bottom of the stairs, I breathed a sigh of relief.

  Now I began the slow and steady journey across the house, into the kitchen, and towards the basement door. Everything was going fine, until I turned the handle of the basement door, and it wouldn't open.

  "Damn!” I cursed under my breath. My stepdad, for some unknown reason, must have locked to the basement door before coming to bed. That sent a momentary surge of panic through me -- if he'd locked the basement then perhaps he'd been down inside it? What if he'd seen that I'd already stolen from him?

  I quieted the paranoid voice in my head, reasoning that if my stepdad had, indeed, found out that I'd been stealing, then he would have surely stormed into my room and given me a good talking to. As it was, he had just gone upstairs to bed without even saying goodnight. But I couldn't figure out why he had locked the basement door.

  I shuffled over to the corner of the kitchen, and turned on the light. I knew that the basement key would be around here somewhere, so I set about searching for it as quietly as I could. It wasn't in the drawer where we kept all the other keys, nor was it under the sink, or on top of the fridge where I'd sometimes seen it lying about before. Just as I was about to give up, I noticed something shiny, inside the fruit bowl on the kitchen table. My heart lept, and I practically skipped over to the table, eager to grab it and get on with my mission.

  "What the hell do you think you're doing?" A deep voice said from across the kitchen. I shrieked with fright, whirling around to see who was speaking. My stepdad stepped forwards, his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing just his boxers, and tight white T-shirt. He looked like he'd been in bed, but he didn't look like he'd been sleeping.

  "I was just, um...�
�� I said, desperately trying to think of a quick lie, and inwardly cursing my drunken state for inhibiting this. "I was just... looking for Shelley's phone. She thought she'd left it down here."

  It was the best I could manage, and sounded kind of credible so I just went with it. My stepdad fixed me with a suspicious stare, and carried on walking towards me.

  "Really?" He said, his voice flat and cold "it seems strange that you were searching on top of the fridge. Do you honestly think it's at all likely that Shelley left her phone on top of the fridge, accidentally?"

  Although his tone was called and kind of neutral, there was a searing sarcasm in his words. He didn't believe me for one minute, and I knew it. But I'd already begun to lie, so couldn't back out now.

  "I was just being thorough" I said, smiling at him. I stood up straight, with my shoulders back, doing my best to look sober. The last thing I wanted was to appear drunk to him. That would surely arouse his suspicion, and I didn't want that.

  “I think you’re lying” he said, taking yet another step towards me, “I think you’re looking for these.” He walked over to the fruit bowl and picked up the keys, then jangled them in front of me with a self-satisfied smile on his face. My heart sank, and I immediately opened my mouth to protest. The only problem was that I couldn’t think of a lie. I was far too tipsy and way too terrified to be able to think of a suitable story to get myself out of this mess.