by CELENE CAREY
“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 my 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.”
He looked up at me as if in surprise at such a filthy request, but I could see new desire in his eyes. He pulled his cock out of me; I could see it was dripping with juices from my pussy. He pressed the slippery head of his dick against my tight asshole, easing it in a few centimeters. He looked up into my eyes and I nodded and pushed back against him, encouraging him inside. He pushed his whole girth into my ass and I gasped with surprise at the feeling of him filling me there. I rocked back and forth, gently at first, getting used to it, then harder as I started to fully enjoy the feeling of being ass-fucked. I reached down between my legs and started rubbing my clit fast and hard as my stepdad fucked my ass. I was gonna lose it. I thought about how wrong it was, stepdaddy fucking his stepdaughter in all her holes, right here in the house they shared with my mother. I snuck two fingers into my sloppy wet cunt and rubbed my clit with my thumb, masturbating as I got my ass fucked good and hard.
“I’m coming!” I screamed as I felt my body lose control, a huge orgasm ripping through me, my pussy clenching my fingers, my ass tightening around my stepfather’s cock as he continued pumping me from behind. I struggled to keep from collapsing onto the floor as I came over and over, my body shaking uncontrollably as the waves of pleasure ripped through me, my clit throbbing.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come,” I heard Phi
lip groan, and I felt him start to pull out. I reached behind and grabbed his ass, keeping him pressed into me.
“I want you to come inside me. Come deep in my ass,” I commanded. Almost immediately I felt him shoot his load inside me. I felt the warm liquid explosion of his semen fill my asshole as he collapsed onto me, quivering with release.
I turned around and pulled his face into mine, kissing him for the first time, thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth and tasting his warm, salty lips. I pulled back and smiled, and we began cleaning each other up, letting the water cascade over our bodies. I felt completely satisfied. As we lazily showered together, I asked Philip what had finally made him submit to my advances.
“It was this morning. The sight of you mowing the lawn in that little outfit. That’s why I was jerking off in my room.”
I smiled to myself, elated with the knowledge that I had conquered him. After all this time of lusting after my stepfather, I had finally got what I wanted; not only that, but I knew he had desired me as much as I wanted him.
All of a sudden I heard the bathroom door open, and someone gasped loudly. Oh shit! The nanny was home. She had just walked into the room, and had a full view of Philip and I, standing in the shower, arms around each other, naked. How the hell were we going to explain this?
BOOK 25
THE BIG MAN OF THE HOUSE 2
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Saturday came – the day of the Dan Smith concert. I was so excited to attend the show, but I was also acutely aware that I would be leaving Philip in the house alone with Paula. I cornered him in the kitchen on my way out to the concert. He was standing in the open door of the refrigerator, taking a long sip from a bottle of beer. I sidled up to him and ran my hand up and down his broad, muscled back, leaning my cheek against his arm and staring into the bright interior of the fridge.
“I’m gonna miss you tonight,” I murmured in his ear as I squashed my breasts against his bicep. “I want to give you something to remember me by.”
I reached into the freezer compartment and grabbed an ice cube from the tray. Staring into his eyes, I popped the cube into my mouth and smiled, slowly lowering to my knees in front of his crotch. I unzipped his fly and grabbed his thick shaft, taking the first inch into my mouth, pressing the ice against his skin with my warm tongue. I felt him shivered as I began sucking his dick in and out of my mouth, keeping the ice cube against him. I grasped his hips and pulled him into me, forcing his penis deeper into my mouth, wanting him to gag me with his huge cock.
He reached down and grabbed my upper arms, pulling me to a standing position. He locked his lips with mine and sucked the melting ice cube from my mouth into his. I watched him reach over into the freezer and grab another ice cube. He pushed it into his mouth with one thick finger as he lowered himself to the floor in front of me and spit an ice cube out of his mouth into his hand. He took the cube and fingered it slowly into my pussy. I gasped with shock at the freezing cold feeling of the ice entering my hot pussy and immediately starting to melt and trickle cold water down my folds. I felt like my legs would collapse under me, but before they could, he stood up, picked my leg up in his hand and placed my foot on the granite countertop, took his cock in his hand and shoved it inside me, pushing the ice further up in my cunt. I relished the contrast of his hot cock next to the freezing-cold ice cube, and. . . 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
Damn, I’ve never shook so hard when I came before. I inhaled deep, A dim tingle of pleasure was still burning inside my pussy. The faint feel of the orgasm draining from the tip of my every nerve weakened my limbs. My knees had given up, I had to concentrate firmly to stand or I would fall as I felt a thousand tiny bits of pleasure dancing down my spine, sensually ripping me apart. It was everything I had imagined it would be and then some. But what the fuck?! THIS?! Not this ending pleaseeee.
I wanted to hide or just melt away from her eyes. We were caught. After working so hard to get Philip, my stepdad’s attention and finally having him satisfying me in the wildest ways, right here in the shower, she caught us. Philip and I were standing face to face totally nude when our nanny busted in.
I shrieked when I saw her standing there staring at us. Paula, the nanny seemed frozen in place in the bathroom doorway, her eyes wide, holding a pile of clean towels in her arms.
“Shit,” Philip muttered under his breath as he pulled away from me and thrust a bathrobe into my hands. “Cover yourself, Emily.”
I threw the robe around my bust and tied it, staring back at Paula defiantly. I noticed her cast a quick glance at Philip’s crotch; his dick was still half-hard, hanging heavily between his legs. That bitch was admiring his cock! I cleared my throat angrily and she shot her gaze back up.
“What’s going on here?” She directed the question at Philip. She had never liked me that much, and I could only imagine what she was thinking of me right now. I had no idea how Philip was going to explain his way out of this situation. It was pretty clear that something totally inappropriate was going on.
“Paula, it’s not what it looks like. Emily was taking a shower, and I was in the bedroom changing my clothes, and I heard her scream and fall down. She pulled a muscle in her back earlier today while she was mowing the lawn. I came in to pick her up and carry her into her room.”
“Yeah,” I said, clutching my back and arranging my face in an expression of pain, “It really hurts. I think I need to go lie down.”
Paula nodded slowly, looking not entirely convinced, but I could tell she wouldn’t ask for any more details. Philip still hadn’t covered himself up, and she was staring at his penis again.
“Excuse me, would you mind not gawking at my stepfather’s dick, please?” I demanded, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Paula blushed and offered Philip one of the clean towels she held in her arms.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, but you just have a really nice cock, sir.”
That little slut! I couldn’t believe my ears! I stomped out of the bathroom, shoving past Paula and deliberately knocking her against the doorway. She yelped and dropped her armload of towels. I laughed and stalked down the hallway towards my bedroom to get dressed.
CHAPTER 2
The next few days truly tested my patience. Paula was acting differently, dressing differently. Her glimpse of Philip’s naked body had obviously had quite an impact on her. Whereas before, she dressed quite modestly, wearing mostly jeans and button-down shirts, she was now parading around in miniskirts and tank tops that showed off her amp
le cleavage. I noticed that she always tried to be in the same room with my stepdad, always sneaking glances at him, her eyes full of lust. It was driving me insane. No way was I going to share Philip with anyone; he was mine now!
Even worse was that Philip seemed to be enjoying the attention, actually flirting with her at times, complimenting her on her appearance, laughing at her stupid little jokes. One morning I walked into the kitchen and saw them standing close together near the sink, her hand resting on his bicep, looking up at him through her long mascara-ed eyelashes.
“Paula,” I said sharply, “Do my laundry now please.”
Paula giggled and withdrew her hand from Philip’s arm, sashaying past me on the way to the laundry room. I glared at Philip and stormed out of the room, disgusted at the innocent look on his face.
Next time I caught her hitting on him, I lost it. I caught them in the living room together; I’m not sure what they were talking about, but as she murmured something up at him, I saw her press her tits against his forearm. I have to admit, she does have nice tits, so I can’t blame Philip entirely, but when I saw her pull that move, I blew a fuse.
“What the fuck?” I yelled, busting in through the french doors. “Jesus Christ, I never knew you were such a whore, Paula. My mom would be so thrilled to see you right now, with your tits all over her husband.”
“Shit,” she mumbled, straightening her tank top and rushing past me, out of the room.
“Philip. We need to talk.” I grabbed his arm and pulled him down onto the leather couch. “This is bullshit. I don’t know what you’re doing flirting with her in front of me, especially after what happened. How do you think that makes me feel?”