by Lisa Reid
She felt so alone tonight; she didn't have any family except for her husband. She had enjoyed herself during the conference, but now she was back to her reality. She had a narcissistic husband who always put his needs above hers. She had attended a business conference which ended several hours ago. Her husband, Reid, was supposed to pick her up, but it seemed like he had forgotten about her. Reid was never on time for anything, sometimes she wanted to leave the marriage, but she loved the luxurious life which he had given her. She didn’t have to work anymore if she didn’t want to because her husband was wealthy. Also, she didn't want to have children, and Reid didn't want children either. She loved the arrangement that she had with her husband, but she wished that he could be a better husband to her. Sarah was his fifth wife, but she hoped to be the last. She opened her purse, looking into it, hoping that some money would magically appear there. But alas, there was no money in the purse.
When she left the house that morning, she didn’t put any money in her purse because Reid promised to pick her up at the end of the conference. She didn't want her friends to know that her husband stood her up, so she decided to take a taxi home. She could have hitched a ride, but she didn't want to do that. She hoped that he would be in the house to pay the cabbie. She walked out through the gate, waving at the familiar faces that she came across. A black colored Toyota car pulled up beside her, but she continued to walk. She didn't see any taxi; however, she hoped that one would soon come along. The sun had set already, the sky was cloudy, and she could hear the rumbling sound of thunder. It was a windy evening, so she felt cold. The wind tossed her brown hair left and right.
“Sarah!” Someone yelled her name.
The voice sounded familiar; the deep baritone of the voice made her feel warm all over. She looked up and saw her stepson, Rodney walking towards her. Her heart pounded in her ears as his eyes went through her. She wondered if he knew how she felt about him. She ran towards him, shortening the distance between them. She and Rodney had never gotten along, but at that moment, she was happy to see him.
“Hi, Sarah,” He said, rubbing his hands together. He was nervous.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” She asked, smiling at him.
Rodney relaxed a little as he returned her smile.
“I came to pick you up,” Rodney replied.
They stared at each other intensely before she cleared her throat. She could feel the chemistry between them. She was thrilled, but she had to remind herself that Rodney was her stepson.
“Umm, okay,” She said, “Thank you. But where is your dad?”
"He passed out on the couch before I left," Rodney replied, "Its Friday night, and your husband is passed out on the couch. Do you want to go back to my place?"
She blinked her eyes, wondering if she heard him right.
“Are you inviting me to your place?” She asked.
“Yes, of course,” He replied, “I’d like to make it up to you for all those times that I was mean to you.”
“Oh,” She replied, “Alright, let’s go to your place.”
He opened the passenger door on his car and helped her into the car. She was surprised because she had never seen this sweet side of him before. Rodney lived only a few miles away in a trailer. He moved out of the house when she married his father. He was tall, built, and had a headful of thick dark hair.
He was in his early thirties while she was in her early twenties. She liked him because he was attractive; she had always wished that she met him first instead of his father. They made small talk until they got to his trailer. He came down from the car and opened the door for her.
He opened the trailer door, and they walked in. The interior of the trailer was beautiful, and it had a cozy, homey feel.
“What can I offer you?” He asked.
"I'd appreciate a glass of wine," She replied, "I feel so tired, and I ache all over."
He grinned at her, “Yes, ma’am,”
Sarah sat on the couch while he went into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He opened the wine and poured it into the glasses.
“Do you want a massage?” He asked.
“I don’t think I can afford one right now,” She replied, “I don’t have any cash on me.”
“What?” He cried, “You are looking at a professional masseuse,”
She giggled. “Hmmmn, so you are going to do it for free? You’d give me a massage just like that?”
“Yes, why not?” He asked. “I really want to make up for my nasty attitude towards you in the past.”
“What changed?” She asked, “I thought you loathed me.”
“No,” He replied, “I was just pissed that my dad married you; the truth is that I like you.”
She laughed, “What? You like me?”
“Yes, I’ve always wished that you were mine.”
She took off her jacket as she kicked off her shoes. She wiggled her toes, biting her lips as electrical waves ran through her body. She loved the way her body was reacting to him.
“I’ve always wanted you too,” She admitted.
“What?” He cried, “Wow,”
“Can I have that massage now?” She asked.
“Yes, of course,” He replied, “But you have to take off all your clothes so they won’t get ruined by the massage oil. Come with me.”
She followed him into his bedroom; he had a massage table in the room. He left the room while she took off her clothes and lay on the table, on her stomach. Rodney came back into the room with a bowl of warm water, a clean towel, and massage oil. He licked his lips as his eyes focused on her perfectly rounded ass cheeks. He placed her feet into the warm water, washing the sole of her feet. She cried out as he dug his fingers into her Achilles tendon. He stroked the back of her legs, running his fingers over her calves. When he was done, he wiped her feet with the towel. Then he poured the massage oil on her back, kneading her skin. She cried out with ecstasy as he dug his fingers into the muscles around her neck. He massaged and caressed her shoulders until they felt soft in his hands.
He put pressure on her upper back with the heels of his palms. Then he rubbed the sides of her ribcage while moving his fingers around in circles.
She groaned as waves of pleasure sailed through her. Sarah noticed that he was hard; she was also turned on. He fisted his hands, rubbing his knuckles over her back. The tensions in her shoulder blades eased out as her body relaxed. She felt sharp tingles in her spine and around her hips. He lowered his hands to her hips, stroking her abdomen and her waist. When he started to knead her butt cheeks, she whimpered.
A wave of pleasure swept over her. She pressed her thighs together as her pussy started to tingle. He knew that she was getting turned on. So, he began to stroke her legs, focusing on the areas around her ankles.
She felt electrical currents in her bones as her breath caught in her throat. Then he placed his palms on the sides of her feet and gently pulled her feet toward. His fingers grazed a spot on her ankles, and her orgasm shattered. He pushed her knees against her chest, putting his mouth on her cunt.
“Rodney,” She cried, “Awww,”
"I'm going to make you drip your juice on my tongue." He promised. He started to rub the arch of her feet as he moved his tongue up and down on her slit. He stroked her pussy lips, the sides of her clit and nibbled on the inside of her thighs. She bucked her hips wildly as another massive wave of pleasure washed over her. He flicked his tongue against her clit, which was filled with nerves. She screamed out, squirming on the table. He lifted his head, planting a soft kiss on her neck. He kissed her from her boobs down to the soft plane of her stomach.
He dug a finger into her pussy, rubbing her cervix. She cried out again as she felt tingly cramps in her stomach. He ran his lips over her pussy from her clit down to her slit. He kissed her labia, letting his saliva drip on them. He squeezed the skin on the inside of her thighs as he placed his mouth on her butthole.
“Oh, Rodney,” She mo
aned,
He flattened his tongue against her clit, rolling it up and down until she had an achy sensation that felt like she wanted to pee. He suckled her clit into his mouth, gnawing on it until she had an orgasm.
“I want to see your cock,” She moaned.
“It’s my pleasure,” He replied.
Rodney took off his clothes, leaning over the table; he pressed his mouth around her tits. His cock poked her stomach as he licked her tits. His mouth lingered on her breasts for a while before he started to nibble on her stomach. He ran his tongue down her stomach and circled it around her pelvis area. She leaned on her elbows, lying on her side. Rodney slid his cock into her mouth. Her mouth felt so warm around his cock.
He stroked the sides of her mouth while she caressed his butts. She squeezed his butt cheeks, and his cock pushed deeper into her mouth. He started to slide his cock in and out of her mouth. She moaned out, shivering as waves after waves of pleasure filled her body. She circled her tongue around the crown of his cock. He sighed deeply as she started to suckle his nut sacks. When she licked the underside of his warm balls, his semen burst out of his cock. She stuck out her tongue, licking the sperm off his skin.
“I want to give this lovely cock a massage,” She said, sliding off the table.
"Sarah, I don't think I can stand any more pleasure," He cried.
“Come on, son,” She winked at him.
He lay on the table, on his back. She oiled her hands and slid her hands over the length of his hard cock. He groaned as he felt a tingly sensation in his balls. She began to move her hand, slowly, up and down on his length. She rubbed his balls with her fingers. She touched the tip of her fingers to his cockhead. She traced the crown of his pink cock, slowly sliding her hand down the length again. She pressed the pad of her thumb against his frenum. His cock spasm in her mouth while a moan rolled off his tongue, placing her feet on the sides of the table, she straddled his cock. She started to grind on his cock, slowly, while running her hands over her body. He wanted to touch her boobs, but she slapped his hands.
“Mommy is in control now,” She said.
She pinned down his hands with her hers as she slowly slid his cock into her moistness. He groaned, shuddering as his cock made contact with her pussy walls.
“Mommy, don’t stop,” He cried.
“Yeah, Mommy’s gonna fuck you hard.” She cried.
Sarah started moving on and off his cock, massaging and milking his cock with her pussy walls. When she slid him deeper into the depth of her pussy, she felt a fluttery sensation in her stomach.
He gripped her waist, feeling the movements of her ass cheeks as she rode him. His cock glided in and out of her hot, sex box.
“I’m fucking about to explode,” He cried.
She got up off him and straddled his cock again in a reverse cowgirl position. Her ass cheeks parted, giving him a glimpse of her anal hole. He licked his finger and rubbed the wetness on her anal hole. She groaned as sweet pleasure waves coiled around her body.
He reached for a small vibrator, which was on the nightstand. He switched on the toy, running the tip around the rim of her butthole. Sarah's legs trembled as a wave of orgasm tore through her. Sarah's pussy lips pressed together, around his cock.
He circled the tip of the toy around her puckered anal rim. The sex toy vibrated against her skin, sending her over the edge of pleasure again. Then he worked the tip of the toy into her butthole. She stopped riding his cock, letting him take the reins. He started to thrust his hips upwards, plunging his cock into her pussy. The tip of his cock brushed against her G-spot. She gripped his legs, crying out. Another massive wave of pleasure rippled through her. She felt his semen flood her walls, just before he lost his erection. He lifted her off his cock, and they both tumbled onto the bed. He shoved the vibrator into her anal cavity while he lined his cock against her pussy.
“I’ve never had a cock this good before,” She cried, “Rodney, your cock is special.”
Rodney continued to fuck her as he lifted his weight off her body. He got into a sitting position, with his dick still inside her. He penetrated her so deeply that she shook violently.
"Do you know what I am about to do to you?" He asked grinning.
“No,” She cried.
“I’m about to fuck you like a dog,” He said, “I’d make you my slut, grab your hair and fuck you.”
Rodney grabbed her hair as he slammed his cock into her pussy.
“Yes, oh yes,” She cried, “I want to be fucked like a dog!”
He pounded her harder and faster. His cock drifted in and out of her pussy while his balls slapped her clit. He was going so fast, fucking her so hard that tears ran down her face.
“Oh my god,” She moaned.
He slowed down the pace of his thrust, trying to delay his orgasm. She started twirling her waist, bucking her crotch against his. His orgasm shattered.
“Awww, damn,” He cried.
She grinned at him, “Thank you, son,”
Daddy’s Slutty Helper
"Hello, Dad," Jenny called, "Are you home?"
She opened his door, stepping into the clustered living room. She was glad that she brought her spare key with her. Raymond never went anywhere, so she thought he would be in the house. Her gaze drifted around the living room, her stepfather, Raymond, wasn't in the room. But as usual, the living room was a mess. There was an empty box of pizza on the floor with empty cans of beer. Combing her fingers through her dark curls, she placed her purse on the sofa. Jenny was a pretty, tall, and slim girl. She wore a blue-colored shirt on a pair of black colored jeans. The color of the shirt matched with the colors of her pretty eyes. Her breasts filled out the front of the vest, revealing some cleavages. She was in her early twenties, but she wasn't a typical young adult. She was a mature and responsible girl. She was an exotic dancer and a songwriter.
Jenny sighed as she started to open the windows to let in some air. Raymond and Jenny’s mother, Rose, were divorced. But Raymond was the only father she had known since she was a child. Her biological father didn't want children, so he didn't make any effort to be there for her.
Raymond was her father and also her confidant. She didn’t know how she would ever repay his kindness. That was why she was determined to help him put his life together. Jenny would do anything to make him happy and also put a smile on his face.
Jenny and her mother now lived a mile away, but she visited her stepfather every weekend. Raymond never fully recovered after the divorce; he lost his job and slipped into depression. She blamed her mother for the separation and also for ruining Raymond's life. Jenny took care of him until he got better, but he wasn't entirely out of the woods yet. So, she still checked up on him regularly.
She thought that he wasn't at home, so she began to tidy up the living room. Within minutes, she had cleaned up the living room. The stale, stuffy smell in the room was replaced by clean, fresh air. She looked at the walls, trying to see if there were any cracks on them. Fortunately, the walls were still in perfect condition.
As she headed towards the kitchen, she heard a sound. She was sure that there was someone in the house, but she knew that Raymond didn't have any friends.
“Dad, is that you?” She asked.
She tiptoed towards the bedroom, feeling a rush of adrenaline as she wondered if there was an intruder in the house. She sighed with relief when she saw Raymond on his bed; his eyes were closed. But as she stepped into the room, she realized why he hadn’t heard her. He was masturbating, that was why he didn’t hear her. His shirt was unbuttoned, his hair was tousled, and his pants were around his ankles. He had his hands around his hard cock, stroking it.
“Dad,” She called.
His eyes flew open; he looked embarrassed that she had caught him masturbating.
“Jenny,” He groaned, covering his crotch with his hands. “You should have knocked.”
“I knocked and yelled out your name several times,” She said, giggling.
“When…..when did you get here?” He stammered.
“A few minutes ago,” She replied. “Why didn’t you wait for me to get here? You know I could help you with that.”
“Ummm, I’ll tuck this away,” He replied, pointing at his cock.
She went on her knees, wrapping her fingers around his cock.
“No, I won’t let you put it away,” She said, “I’ll help you.”
“Baby, this isn’t right,” He said.
“You need help, don’t you?” She asked.
“Yes, I need help,” He replied.
"Daddy, close your eyes and take a long, deep breath," She said, "It is my duty as your daughter to take care of your needs."
“Oh,” He cried.
Raymond moaned as she slid his cock into her mouth.
“Do you want me to stop?” She asked.
“No, please don’t stop,” He cried.
"Relax, Daddy, and I'll make you feel good." She said.
Rita pressed her fingertips into his skin. She swirled his cock inside her mouth, rubbing the tip over the roof of her mouth.
He pumped his cock into her mouth, slapping her chin with his balls. His shaft was long and thin, just the way she likes it. She slid the entire length into her mouth, twisting her head from side to side. His cock brushed the inside of her cheeks. She pulled his cock out of her mouth.
She cupped his balls as she licked the rim of his cock. She pouted her lips, slipping the tip of his cock into the round O shape of her mouth.
He groaned as her lips tightened around the slim head of his cock. She bobbed her head, rocking back and forth. He moaned out as his cock lengthened. She widened her mouth, swallowing his hard length. Her saliva coated his cock as she pushed it in until it touched the back of her throat. She took off her clothes with one hand as she continued to pleasure him.
“Jenny, baby,” Raymond said, “I need to cum, baby,”
"Don't worry, Dad," She replied. She squeezed his balls, pinching the skin with her fingers. He cried out as a milky fluid shot out of his cock.
He dragged her onto the bed, pushing her onto her stomach. He took off his shirt and took off his pants. Then he pressed his back against hers.