by Wild, Angel
"Is it always like?"
"No. I wish it was," he said. "I think it was you, and your passion."
The sat there for a long time, cooling down and letting their minds calm down, too.
"Hey, if you and Jerry—"
"Gary."
"Yeah, Gary. If you two don't work out, let me know. We might have to explore this connection we had today in more depth."
She didn't say no. Then he realized she was asleep. Jake smiled, resting his cheek on the top of her head. Sleep quickly found him, too.
THE END
Rub A Dub Dub With Daddy
By Violet Williams
Laura Santiago has been slaving away at her stepdad's restaurant, passing on a summer full of fun with her friends. Following a long night at work, they get into it and she lets it slip that she watches him swim and, uh, masturbate in the mornings. After a little probing, she admits that it gets her hot, but nowhere near as hot as when her daddy walks in on her in the tub…
All characters in the story are 18+ and this title is intended for adults only.
Laura Santiago pulled off her BeefShack ball cap and stepped out of her far-from-glamorous work shoes as she pushed inside the house. She didn't need to look at the grandfather clock in the entryway to know it was late...she felt the hour in her bones with every step she took.
She slammed her purse on the living room table, not giving two shits when one of her stepdad's precious glass figurines went clattering to the floor. In fact, she gave the kitten-like mass a kick with her toe, smiling when a chunk of it broke off as it slammed into the leg of the couch.
She sunk into the leather arms of the sofa and ruffled her ebony hair with a sigh. It was Friday night, and instead of being out with her friends, she was just getting off from the closing shift. Whenever she complained about working late at Bob's franchise, her mom always chirped that she should be grateful to even have a job.
"Bullshit," Laura said aloud through clenched teeth. Her mom owned a nail bar downtown and her stepdad wasn't hurting in the money department either, with a restaurant and all. The main reason she was working was so her super controlling stepdad could keep on her. Just to get on her last nerve, he came up with the bright idea to make her work part-time this summer. While her friends spent their weekends at the beach, she was stuck flipping burgers and dealing with soccer moms with attitudes.
She reached up and pulled the elastic from her greasy hair, her ebony mane tumbling past her shoulders. She needed a nice, long bubble bath to clear her head, complete with deep breathing so she didn't lose her mind. She didn't even turn her head when she heard the front door open and shut. The warden was home.
"Good work tonight, Laura," Bob boomed from the hallway.
"Whatever," she muttered.
He stomped into the living room, instantly noticing that something was awry. His green eyes fell to the floor.
The only thing that kept her from giving him a piece of her mind was the look on his face after he saw his precious figurine was missing an ear.
"Is that what I think it is?" Bob's tone was cool and frigid.
When Laura raised her eyes to his, she felt daggers of ice penetrate her. Score for me, she thought smugly. "Not sure what you mean, Bob."
She watched gleefully as his massive chest heaved in and out. Bob was one of those workout freaks that got up at the ass crack of dawn and was always chugging protein shakes and energy bars.
As annoying as his OCD attempt at parenting was, she had to admit—he looked really good with his shirt off. The first time she’d seen him shirtless was at his and Laura’s mother’s beach wedding. After the reception, he’d torn off his button down shirt and galloped out into the waves. She could still see his abs flexing and rippling in the sunlight.
And then there were his morning laps around the pool. Bob was a pretty good swimmer. Her mom even said he’d almost qualified for the Olympic team a couple of times. So every morning, like clockwork, he’d sashay out to the pool and disrobe, only wearing a speedo that barely hid his massive bulge. He moved so gracefully, with such agility in the water. But the best part usually came after.
Bob would pull himself from the water and swap a towel and dry himself off a bit before walking over to the lounge chair. He’d slide off his wet speedos and stand there, in plain sight, jerking his length. Sometimes he’d finish himself off standing up, other times he’d ease into the chair and take his time, slowly sliding his hand up and down his shaft.
When Laura watched him, she'd found herself imagining what it would be like to trace his pecs and chiseled abs with her fingertips. His rod seemed so thick, almost bulging between his fingers. But then her eyes would wander up to his face, the face that always seemed contorted in disappointment and judgment, his olive eyes always narrowed whenever they set on her.
She gave her head a good hard shake, trying to steel herself. Now wasn’t the time to think about how wet he got her with his public masturbation. After all, just thirty minutes ago he’d drilled her on the art of customer service and properly inserting napkins into a plastic case like she was some moron.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be, Bob?” she said snidely. “Someone else to annoy?”
He loosened his tie in disgust as he swiped his broken figurine. Laura stifled a giggle. What a grown ass man who spent his days trying to look like something out of Muscle and Fitness saw in crystal figurines was beyond her. He treated them like his children, dusting and polishing them with care…and losing his shit when he thought someone had broken or mistreated one of them.
He brandished the broken figurine. "Did you do this, Laura?"
Laura looked up at him, fluttering her hazel eyes innocently. "Do what?"
His tan face turned beet red and she could tell he was struggling to maintain his composure. "Why do you purposefully provoke me?"
It was Laura's turn to fight to keep her cool as she snapped to her feet. "Why do you purposefully stick your nose where it doesn't belong?”
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me," she said acidly. "It's the summer before I head to Crowley University...and you just had to come up with the bright idea that I work at your sweat shop."
"Oh geez," Bob scoffed. He gently laid the fractured kitten on the glass coffee table before turning his attention back to Laura. "Everything you see around you came from me and your mother. Our blood and sweat. You're eighteen years old. Doing a little work will help you build charac--"
"Save the after school special," Laura snapped, holding a hand up. "The only thing I'm building is a mountain of reasons why I should never get married, especially to someone as uptight as you."
Bob's green eyes flashed. "If I were you, I'd march my ass upstairs before you say something else you'll regret."
Laura's lip twitched and she stood her ground for a moment. I mean really...what was he gonna do? Spank her?
Not worth it, she thought as she made a beeline for the stairs. What she needed was a good, hot bath to wash away the grime and annoyance.
"Good girl," Bob snarled from the living room.
Laura's hand froze on the bannister. There was something in his voice that made her blood boil. Condescension. Self-righteousness.
She whirled around, her midnight hair swishing. "You know, the only thing I regret is not telling Mom how much of a creeper you are." As soon as it came out, she wanted to take it back. There was no way to explain what she meant without explaining her own creepy behavior. I mean, yeah, it was weird of him to jerk off in full view lounging by the pool, but wasn't it weirder that she watched him, dripping wet with every stroke?
"What was that?" he shot at her.
"N-nothing," she stammered, booking it up the stairs, two at a time.
"What the hell?" she murmured to herself as she pushed into her bedroom. Why did she let him get under her skin?
She kicked off her shoes and flexed her cotton candy pink toes on the hardwood floor. She pulled off her Burger Shack polo,
revealing her soft, lithe body underneath. Her skin was a golden brown, and the playboy bunny stamp at her pelvic bone was a neon sign of frequent trips to the tanning bed. She had thick, mahogany hair that fell in dark waves down her bare back.
She shot a look at her naked body in her full length mirror. She drew her fingers through her hair and pulled the ebony mass into a ponytail. She noted her high, swan-like neck and her eyes fell to her petite chest. She made a face. It didn't seem fair that she had such a thick body and damn near invisible breasts. Well, maybe invisible was being dramatic. She was a 38 B, so she couldn't quite get away with foregoing a bra without her perky mounds jiggling with every movement, but she couldn't help but wish her chest was a little more buxom.
She groped her tits and tugged at the peaks before heading to the bathroom. She walked over to the tub and bent over, gathering the bubble bath. She turned the faucet and dumped a dollop beneath the roaring water. She leaned down and traced her pink fingertips beneath the surface of the bubbly water.
With a lazy sigh, she slowly eased into the claw foot tub, letting the velvet warmth seep into her bones. She let out a moan of delight as she sank further into the water, frothy bubbles tickling her chin.
She shut her eyes and--
"You watch me in the mornings, don't you?"
Her eyes popped open in horror as she slammed forward, futilely trying to cover herself. "What the hell, Bob?!"
But instead of turning beet red and rushing from the bathroom, he stood his ground. Her mouth fell open when she realized the corner of his lip was curled upward.
He wasn’t pissed.
He was intrigued.
She bit her lip, trying to ignore how her pussy clamped with longing as he stepped closer. "Bob--"
"You watch me in the mornings, don't you?" he repeated. "When I take my swim."
"If you mean watching you...you know, then I, uh..." Laura let her voice trail off, her face blushing crimson enough for the both of them. She gasped when he unzipped his fly and slipped his paw inside. She could make out the juicy girth of him, practically bulging through his fingertips.
"W-what are you doing?" she said hoarsely.
"You should be intimately aware with what I'm doing,” he said thickly.
She couldn't pry her eyes away. She swallowed a moan when she saw wetness blossom where his mushroom head poked at the dark material of his boxers.
Her arousal must have been just as blatant because he had a grin plastered on his face. "You're getting hot, aren't you? You love watching me touch myself."
"N-no."
But he spoke the truth. When he stepped closer and let his khakis fall to the floor, she slowly trailed a hand down to her groin.
"I bet if I slid my hand inside your cunt right now, you'd be dripping wet," he said with a grunt.
She let out a hiss as her fingers dove inside her quivering hole, the warmth of her touch and the water making her legs quake.
Bob still jerked his length, barely shielding the swollen length as he watched her facial expressions. They were masturbating together, giving into their taboo desires.
Laura let out a gasp as she pushed one more finger inside, stretching her core. Her eyes were wide open. Her eyes were on her stepdad's crotch.
"Oh Jesus," Bob moaned. He rattled his snake, licking his lips. "If I would have known you watched me--got off on watching me stroke, we would have done this ages ago." He took another step closer, his hardness level with Laura's head. "Well, we would have celebrated your eighteenth birthday a little differently anyway."
The sudsy water sloshed back and forth as she pumped harder, letting her moans rip through the bathroom.
"Take off those shorts," Laura moaned. "I wanna see it. I wanna see it up close."
She didn't have to ask twice. He pulled his boxer briefs down and his rod sprung free.
Laura cooed as she looked at it. It was even juicier than she remembered. The multicolored veins made a rainbow of desire and she thought about all the sticky cum that climbed the walls of it, begging for freedom. The mushroom head of his bulging dick was only a few inches from her mouth. Close enough to touch...close enough to touch with her tongue.
He must have been on the same page, because he stepped forward and grazed her lips with the tip of him. "You see what you do to me?"
"Mmhm," she purred, slowly moving her head from side to side. Her lips were slick with his desire. She flicked her tongue out and slurped a bit of his salty pre-come.
She looked up at him and made an O with her mouth.
He entered her open mouth as smoothly as a knife sliding through butter. She moaned as he pumped her mouth, thrusting in and out. It was like she was a whole other person--someone wild, promiscuous. She didn't even like sucking dick, but she slobbed his meat like a cock-hungry slut. And Bob wasn't a football player or some prep from school. He was 45. He was her stepfather.
She pulled back, a tidal wave of frothy water spilling from the mouth of the tub. She sobered up, soapy water careening down her neck and chest. She shivered as she looked up at him, her eyes round with guilt. "We shouldn't be doing this, Bob.”
He furrowed his brow. “Why not?”
With him so near her, his hot body glistening for her, she had to struggle to find an excuse. “Well, there’s Mom. She’s--”
"Gonna be late," he cut in. "Hours late. She won't walk in on us."
Laura ringed her dark hair, twisting and wrenching the wet mass. "That's not the point...and you know it."
Bob gave her a sad smile then sat on the edge of the tub. "When you saw me--swimming, masturbating--how did it make you feel?"
"Honestly?" Laura gulped. "At first it kinda weirded me out. But then it was more, uh, interesting."
"Interesting," Bob repeated. She closed her eyes as he caressed her cheek. "How so?"
"Watching you do something so private...with no idea that you were being watched." She paused. "That you were being watched by me. It made me kinda--" The word caught in her throat as Bob trailed his fingertips down her neck, danced over her collarbone, and roamed to her mounds. It made her hot. Achingly so.
"Such perfect tits," Bob whispered as he spread his fingers and took hold of one of them.
Laura's wet body exploded with sensation as his thumb flicked her erect nipple. She squeezed her eyes shut, losing herself in the motions.
"You're Daddy's dirty girl, aren't you?"
She wanted to say no, but the truth was as evident as her rock hard nipples. She'd wanted this--from the first time she saw him out at the pool, a part of her wanted to be naughty with her stepdad.
"Can I suck it?" Laura squeaked. "Just for a little bit?"
Bob stood up instantly, still stroking his stiffy. "Baby," he began, "You can suck it as long as you want." She leaned forward, but he stopped her. "Let me join you."
She slid backward and watched him with bated breath as he shed his oxford shirt, revealing chiseled abs, compliments of his morning swim.
He stepped into the tub and gestured at her. "Get on your knees."
Laura rearranged, her petite chest bobbing as she braced herself on the side of the tub. On her knees, with the water fanning out around her, she was in the perfect position to give her stepdad the sucking they both desired.
She gripped him with one hand and leaned forward. She shot out her tongue and flicked the tip of his mushroom head. She remembered reading in Cosmo or somewhere another that guys liked it when you stroked and sucked simultaneously. She suckled his oozing slit as she pumped his shaft, being mindful of the sharp ridge before she hit his pink knob. She must have been doing something right because he pulled her closer, shoving himself further down her throat.
"Oh yeah," he moaned, gripping her long hair so tight it made her wince. "Suck that cock."
She kept working his member, her jaws moving in time with his thrusts. The handful of other times that she sucked dick she'd made it crystal clear that she wanted some sort of signal before the guy ca
me, but as she felt her stepdad's balls contract, a spark of excitement fluttered over her body. He was going to fill her mouth with his load--and she was gonna guzzle it like it was her favorite wine cooler.
"I'm gonna come," he grunted, his legs twitching. "Oh yeah..oh yeah!"
His outburst echoed in the room and in Laura's body. When his rhythmic orgasm sent shot after shot of his warm seed down her throat, she kept stroking, with slower, pleading motions.
"My god," Bob said, his body still spasming. "You don't wanna miss a drop, do you?"
She let her tongue be his reply, swirling it around his tip, slurping and licking it like a lollipop.
She finally pulled back, her core throbbing as she sunk down into the water. What was next? After sucking off her stepdad, the sky was the limit. She expected him to dive into the water and do some sort of snorkel-cunnilingus maneuver. Instead, he stepped out of the tub, booking it to the door.
"What the--"
"Candles," he called from the hallway. "Maybe a little bit of wine?"
She giggled to herself as she blew a mass of bubbles from her hand. Maybe he wasn't half bad after all.
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About the Author
Violet Williams is a writer living in the Greater Sacramento area, saving the world via taboo tales…one e-reader at a time.
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The Thrill Of The Chase
By Carl East
The keep fit class had been cancelled, so I found myself driving home much earlier than anticipated. I always enjoyed meeting the other girls, mainly because we normally had a laugh together. However, they'd all been informed that the class had been cancelled; I on the other hand was forgotten.
So there I was pulling into my driveway, thinking of ways to pass the time when I saw my stepson's car parked in the garage. Geoff, who had just turned nineteen, was normally with his girlfriend but as she was currently on holiday with her own parents he was left to mope around the house.