by CELENE CAREY
BOOK 24
TABOO STEPDADDY STEPDAUGHTER STORIES (Forbidden Man of The House Little Brat Short Taboos Sex Romance Erotics)
Knocked up Hugs Camping Diary 2
DIRTY RITA
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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 . . . Download this story and continue reading now . . . FREE for Kindle Unlimited Users and Prime Members
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Table of Content
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 1
Fuck, I’m busted…again.
My stepfather ripped the pink shower curtain open, yelling,
“Emily, what the fuck?”
I choked on the thick smoke I’d just gulped in from the joint I held between my fingers. My throat burned and my eyes watered as I coughed uncontrollably, shrieking in surprise at being caught this way. I had stupidly thought smoking in the shower would somehow mask the scent of the weed, but clearly Philip had smelled it from his bedroom down the hall.
“I can’t believe you’re smoking pot again!” he exclaimed, his gorgeous brow furrowed with anger and frustration.
Philip was the hottest guy I had ever met. Just my luck that he was married to my mom. My mom the cougar, chasing a guy thirteen years younger than her forty-one years of age. Philip was closer to my age than hers; I’m nineteen. Ever since Philip entered the picture, I feel like my pussy has been wet twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. This guy is too sexy to be true – brown hair, blue eyes, six foot four, and all muscle. I know it’s wrong, but I’ve tried everything to get him to notice me – sexually, I mean – but nothing works. I’ve paraded around him in my sexiest outfits, let him catch glimpses of me naked, dropped sexual innuendos so corny and obvious that I sound like a porno movie, but he won’t take the bait. Every night I lie in bed thinking about what I would do to him if I finally got him into bed. I would teach him a lesson or two, rub that pretty face in my throbbing cunt, tell him to lick me until I come over and over again. I masturbate constantly, barely managing not to scream his name every time I orgasm, whispering filthy things to myself and imagining I’m saying them in his ear. It’s pure torment.
But back to the scene at hand: I’m crouched in the bathtub in a tank top and lacy pink panties, a joint pinched between my thumb and forefinger, with my hot stepdad yelling at me in the shower. I should have known he would come by my room; he’s actually a really good stepdad, always checking on me and making sure I’m ok. It’s not the attention I really crave from him, but it’s better than nothing, I guess.
“This is ridiculous. Your behavior is out of control. I won’t tell your mother, but I’m definitely confiscating those tickets. You’re not going to Cancun either.”
This was an outrage! He had bought me and my friends an all-inclusive trip to Cancun a few months ago for my birthday. The trip was for me, my best friend Natalie, and our boyfriends. He had also bought us four tickets to the Dan Smith concert. See, he’s a generous guy. But I didn’t deserve such a harsh punishment for smoking one little joint.
“Seriously, Philip? That’s bullshit. You’re always so hard on me. I get all A’s, I do well in school, I do everything right. I should be able to relax! It’s summer! I’m nineteen, I can smoke a little pot if that’s what I want to do.”
“Why am I so hard on you? Because I expect better from you than this.”
“But why?” I pouted. “Ryan is such a fuckup and you never treat him like this. He gets to do whatever he wants!”
My brother Ryan is eighteen and a senior in high school. He’s allowed to run wild with his friends; he gets all C’s, skips school, stays out past curfew, basically breaks every rule of the house, and never gets any consequences. It’s totally unfair, and I think it’s just because he’s a boy and I’m a girl. Boys will be boys, and all that bullshit. Anyway, it’s frustrating as hell.
“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.