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 looked into his eyes as he gazed down at me, looking like a starving man observing a banquet. It was all so sudden that it just didn't seem real, and it was so taboo that I could feel myself blushing as his cock swelled inside me. He bit his lip and grunted with exertion as he thrust into me harder and harder. I felt my toes curling my body shaking. I could feel an orgasm building inside me, and I knew that my daddy was about cum too.

  "Come inside of me" I whispered into his ear, desperate to feel him release "come inside of me, Daddy!”

  That was all he needed. With an earth-shattering thrust and a loud gasp of exertion, I felt my daddy's cock ejaculate inside me. He twitched and spasmed, shooting his load inside me with such force that I could feel the spurts hitting my G-spot. That tipped me over the edge, and I wailed and moaned like a wounded animal as my pussy juices squirted outwards. I practically drenched my stepdad is growing, and felt the warm stickiness of my orgasm between us. It was absolutely sensational, and didn't want it to end.

  My daddy slumped down on to me, pressing his weight against me before curling his arms beneath me and gripping me in a tight embrace. I kissed his neck and ran my fingers down his back, savouring the last moments of my orgasm.

  He stayed inside me for a few moments longer, while we both caught our breath. It took me a few moments to really realise the enormity of what had just happened, but I didn't regret one bit of it. Then I had to hold back a little giggle as I remembered my daddy's words;

  "You think that just by acting like a little whore, you'll get whatever you want?"

  How ironic. It turned out that I had got what I wanted in the end -- I just hadn't realised that I wanted in the first place. I knew at that moment that our week alone together was going to be far more fun than I at first anticipated.

  Anything For You, Daddy

  “A Rough, Double-Team Sex Encounter With Stepdad, Daughter And A Stranger”

  SYNOPSIS:

  Leanna is a nervous, shy girl – and when her stepdad decides to teach her to drive, she finds her confidence wavering. But, after a bad accident that was completely Leanna’s fault, she finds her confident, seductive side begins to awaken. She uses her newfound talent to bargain with the man who’s car she hit, and invites her horny stepdad to join in on the fun! But, she gets more than she bargained for, as she finds herself giving up her tight, virgin ass.

  As Leanna gazed out of the kitchen window at the parked car on the street, she felt her anxiety increasing. It was the first time her stepdad, Charlie had let her drive out into the neighbourhood and she was completely petrified! She had only been learning to drive for a couple of weeks, but her stepdad was so pushy that he already wanted her to get out onto the roads. Leanna would rather he paid for driving lessons, but Charlie wasn’t the type.

  “Why on earth would I pay for lessons?” Charlie had said when Leanna suggested he and her mom buy her some driving lessons for her nineteenth birthday “I’ll just teach you myself. It’ll be fun!”

  But it wasn’t fun. It was stressful, humiliating and as far away from ‘fun’ as Leanna could imagine. Her stepdad was an ex-cop, and as a result of his former profession he had a few undesirable traits. Amongst some of them, he was an impatient, stern and abrupt man – not the ideal person to be teaching somebody with a nervous disposition. The first lesson they had together literally reduced Leanna to tears when she accidentally hit the gas pedal instead of the break, bumping into the curb and causing Charlie to shout at her.

  “For god’s sake, Leanna!” he had bellowed “can’t you follow simple instructions?”

  His words had cut into her and Leanna immediately burst into tears. This only made matters worse. If there was one thing that made Charlie nervous and uncomfortable, it was the sight of a girl sobbing.

  “Grow up!” he had shouted, before getting out of the car, pulling her out of the driver’s seat and taking her place behind the wheel. His words had echoed through her head all the way home, and neither of them spoke. But, strangely enough, she no longer felt like crying.

  Now, as she waited impatiently in the kitchen for her stepdad to come downstairs so that she could begin her lesson, she felt as nervous has she had the first time she had driven a car, if not more. Her heart was racing and she felt physically sick – but she wasn’t entirely sure that it was only because of the impending driving lesson.

  Recently things between her and her stepdad had become a little... odd. Leanna couldn’t quite decide what it was that was different, but there was a definite shift in the ‘vibe’ between them. She and Charlie had never been particularly close, and they rarely talked, but recently she was finding it more and more difficult to share a comfortable silence with him.

  And she knew that he felt it too, because whenever they ended up in a room alone together, he would quickly make excuses to leave. Leanna suspected that this was something that had been building for quite a while but had never become noticeable until now. There was something different about Charlie, the way he looked, the way he conducted himself, the way he just was.

  He was making her feel a strange way too, arousing all kinds of weird and disturbing emotions within her. Although she tried her best to ignore it, she couldn't help but notice that her heart began to beat a little faster whenever he was around. She just put it down to nervousness. It was all she could do.

  "Okay, let's go" Charlie called, rushing down the stairs and grabbing his jacket from a hook on the wall "we've only got an hour before your mother gets home, and I want to ensure that you’re back here safe by the time she arrives."

  There was a little humour in his voice, and its expression seemed light and mild. Leanna almost felt encouraged as she followed him down the garden path towards the car. All feelings of encouragement melted away, however, when she got into the car.

  "Now, just do what we've been doing so far. It's the same car, it's just going to be in a different setting that's all." Charlie smiled at her and got into the passenger seat. Leanna took a deep breath and took her place behind the wheel. She turned the key in the ignition, trying desperately not to let her hands shake. She knew that Charlie would be watching, and she realised that she desperately wanted to impress him. The engine started, and away they went.

  The lesson itself was kind of a blur. Charlie talked about the structure of the engine, about safety, about road manoeuvres and about general awareness of the road. But Leanna wasn’t taking any of it in. She realised that as soon as her stepdad had finished talking that she couldn’t remember a word of what he was saying. Charlie knew she was barely listening to him, and for a moment he looked kind of annoyed. But then his expression softened, and he held his tongue. Leanna was grateful; he obviously realised that she was nervous. After practicing a few manoeuvres on a quiet side-street, he took her to a very secluded area of winding roads surrounded by fields just outside of town.

  “I think this is the best place for you to get a feel for being behind the wheel” Charlie said as they parked up at the side of a quiet country road “the chances are we won’t even see another car down here today, it’s that quiet.”

  Oh, how wrong he was! After just half an hour of Leanna driving the car up and down, shakily, and trying to go around corners without swinging out on to the other side of the road, another car came around the bend.

  “O.K, now just move over and put your foot on the break, slowly” Charlie said.

  Leanna heard his words, but they just wouldn’t register. She froze! Blind panic took over her body, and she felt the blood rushing to her head. She didn't know what had come over her, but at that moment she completely forgot which pedal was the break which one was the gas. In a moment of desperation she stamped her foot down without thinking.

  There was an almighty crashing noise, and Leanna jolted forward violently in her seat as they collided with the other car. She shrieked as the seatbelt dug into her neck and shoulder, and Charlie threw his hands in front of his face instinctively.

  A deathl
y silence followed, as both Charlie and Leanna sat there in shock. Thankfully, there was no damage to the windscreen, but Leanna could tell from where she was sat that there was a lot of damage to the front of the vehicle. But it was nothing compared to the damage that she had inflicted on the other car. She cringed, and screwed her eyes shut. She didn't dare look over at Charlie, so she just kept her eyes staring dumbly at the wheel.

  Charlie said nothing, but undid his seatbelt and got out of the car to look at the damage. From the look on his face, Leanna could tell that it was pretty bad. She inwardly cursed herself for being such an idiot. Why did she have to freeze up at such a moment? Why did her stupid nerves have to kick in at a time like this? She was sick of it. She was sick of never being brave enough to take action. Something had to change!

  Leanna heard raised voices, and looked up to find Charlie arguing with the driver of the other vehicle. Both men were shouting at each other, their faces turning bright red, and she knew it was all her fault. She was the one who was behind the wheel. She was the one who crashed the car. And she realised at that moment that she was the one who would have to deal with the consequences.

  She drew in a deep breath, undid her seatbelt and got out of the car.

  "Stop shouting!" She cried, and with such conviction in her voice that both men did indeed stop shouting and turned to look at her, both wearing the same expression of surprise. "It's my fault okay? It was me. I froze up. I’m sorry...”

  "You froze up?" The other driver spat, a look of contempt on his face. He was young and good-looking man, wearing an expensive looking suit. Leanna glanced at his car, and although she didn't know much about automobiles she could tell immediately that he is was very expensive. She guessed it must be incredibly expensive to repair too!

  "Give me your insurance details” the man demanded, “right now!”

  Leanna stared at him open mouthed, and said nothing. She didn't know the insurance details. That was her stepdad's domain, so she looked at him to step in. Charlie's face went from red to deathly white. Leanna realised at that moment that she wasn't insured.

  "Oh this is rich" the man hissed, looking between them both, "she's not insured, is she?"

  Charlie said nothing. He knew he had committed an offence, and being an ex-cop he obviously thought it best not to say anything else. Leanna observed the other man's face lighting up with glee.

  "Oh, the police will surely want to hear about this!" The man grinned "and I think it would probably make a good story for the paper too. I thought I recognised you, Mr Davies. Or should I say Sergeant Davies?"

  Again Charlie said nothing, but Leanna could tell that his blood was boiling. The situation really was as bad as it looked. Her stepdad, an ex-cop and respected member of the local community, had just let his uninsured stepdaughter crash into the car of a powerful, local journalist.

  "I'll pay for it" Leanna blurted out, just as it looked like the argument was about to turn really ugly. Once again both men turned to look at her. She felt a rush of excitement and apprehension and she considered her next words carefully. She realised that the time for being nervous was over.

  She walked over to the journalist, with her shoulders back and head held high. Her posture not only made her look proud and confident, but also accentuated the soft plumpness of her breasts. She was glad at that moment that she had decided to wear a short tartan skirt and knee boots on this particular driving lesson. The journalist watched her hips as they swayed when she walked towards him, and when his eyes finally met hers she graced him with a sly smile.

  "And how exactly are you going to pay for it?" The journalist said, trying to keep his voice steady. Leanna looked him up and down and smiled again. She wasn't sure where this newfound confidence was coming from, but she thought it best to just go with it. She could see Charlie out of the corner of her eye, and he was regarding her suspiciously. Yet he did nothing to stop her. That thought made her even more excited.

  "I'll pay in whatever way you want me to pay" Leanna said, almost grimacing their own words as she spoke. It was true, though. She really would do whatever she had to in order to smooth out this awful mess. The only thing that made her feel strange and somewhat queasy was the fact that her stepdad was stood right next to her. And perhaps what was even stranger was the fact that he wasn't stopping her.

  "Please, Mister” Leanna said, in her cutest and most innocent of voices "I'll do anything. Anything at all."

  Leanna fluttered her eyelashes, and pushed her chest out even more, watching as the man's eyes trailed down her face to rest on her luscious cleavage. She glanced over at Charlie, and saw an expression on his face that she'd never seen before. It caused her to swell up with excitement, and her knees immediately began to grow weak.

  "I'll do anything for my daddy" she whispered, directing her words at the journalist but keeping her eyes firmly locked on Charlie's. It was a surreal proposition, but she felt such a strange energy between them that she knew it was the right thing to do. And the growing bulge in Charlie's pants affirmed that notion for her.

  The journalist obviously agreed, because at that moment his hands were all over her, tugging at her sweater and pulling it over her head. Charlie took this is his cue to spring into action, and moved behind Leanna, pulling up her skirt with shaking hands. It was as if he'd been waiting to do this all along, and that turned Leanna on even more. She groaned with ill-disguised delight as Charlie began to squeeze her ass cheeks in his hands.

  The journalist tossed her sweater away and pulled down her bra with such force that the straps snapped and her huge tits spilled free. He squeezed them in both hands and then bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking greedily. Leanna barely had time to moan with pleasure before he moved on to the next one, rolling it between his teeth and causing her to wince in pain. Then he grabbed her by the back of the head, roughly, and pulled her into a hard, passionate kiss. He forced his tongue into her mouth and she immediately responded by massaging his with her own. Then she found her knees beginning to buckle, as Charlie's hand found its way into her panties.

  She felt so confused, ashamed of what was happening but with no desire to stop it. She couldn't believe she was letting her stepdad touch her this way, and she couldn't believe how much she wanted it. The thought of being fucked by a complete stranger turned her on, but the prospect of feeling her stepdad's cock deep inside her cunt was just out of this world.

  Suddenly the journalist pulled away from the kiss and grabbed Leanna's hair. She didn't even have time to scream out before he forced her downwards and thrust is huge cock into her mouth. She didn't even notice that he'd taken it out of his pants, and already he was ramming it down her throat.

  Again following the lead of the journalist, Charlie ripped down her panties and began working her pussy with his fingers. She was torn between two conflicting feelings, pleasure in her pussy and pain in her throat. She gagged and spluttered under the force of the journalist's cock, but he didn't pull back.

  "Good girl" the journalist said in a sly voice "open wide!"

  Leanna did as she was told, and tried to relax her throat to allow him in more freely. She felt dirty and degraded, but also liberated. At that moment she was no longer be unsure and confident girl. At that moment she was nobody, she was just a filthy whore to be used and that's exactly what she wanted. She practically exploded when she felt her stepdad bend low and begin licking his tongue against her tight ass hole.

  It was an odd sensation to feel violated and pleasured at the same time. Leanna realised that her pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the second. Charlie's fingers plunged deep into her cunt, and she heard him groan when he realised how wet she was.

  "You’re ready for this" Charlie whispered, and his words were almost encouraging. The journalist must have heard what he said too, because at that moment he pulled his dick out of Leanna’s mouth and dragged her to her feet by her hair. He lead her over to the hood of his car, and bend her over
it roughly.

  He pulled her skirt up and yanked on her panties with such force that they tore away from her body. Charlie gasped and grunted, obviously turned on by what he saw. Then the journalist began to spank her ass, hard and brutal while Charlie simply stood and watched.

  Leanna couldn't believe how good it felt to be degraded like this, and made no sound of protest. All she did was yelp and squeal with each slap, giving every appearance of being in pain but actually loving every second of it.

  "You want her sweet pussy?" The journalist asked Charlie in a raspy voice that was heavy with impatience. Charlie nodded, obviously lost for words. Charlie moved forwards, taking out his huge cock from his pants as he did so. Leanna gasped at the sheer size of it, and then yelped again as another hard spank landed against her ass cheek.

  The journalist hitched up her leg onto the hood of the car, allowing Charlie easy access to her dripping cunt. This was it. She was actually going to get fucked by her daddy! She couldn't believe what she had got herself into.