Daddy's Dirty Little Secret: A collection of spicy stories

#1 CAMPUS WHORE 

“That’s it, little stepsis. Take your brother’s cock like the dirty campus slut you are.”

Marcus’s voice was low and rough as he slammed into Lila from behind. She was bent over the old library study table, her wrists tied tight behind her back with his leather belt. Her short skirt was flipped up over her hips. Her soaked panties were stuffed deep in her mouth, muffling her moans. The late night library was quiet except for the wet slap of his hips against her ass and the creak of the wooden table.

He pounded her hard. Each thrust pushed her forward, her breasts pressing against the cool surface. His hand came down with a sharp smack on her bare ass, leaving a red mark that burned in the best way. Lila’s body shook. She felt another orgasm building fast, her pussy clenching around his thick cock.

“Fuck, you’re dripping everywhere,” Marcus growled. He wrapped one hand around her throat from behind and squeezed just enough to make her head spin. “Such a greedy little whore for your stepbrother.”

Lila’s mind screamed with shame and pleasure. She loved this. The pain from his slaps mixed with the deep ache of him stretching her. She came hard, her juices squirting down her thighs onto the floor. Her inner thoughts raced like a twisted game in her head. More pain. More shame. Level up this filthy need inside me.

Marcus did not let her rest. He pulled out suddenly, his cock slapping wetly against her swollen pussy lips. “Not yet, slut. You don’t cum unless I say.” He flipped her onto her back on the table. Her legs went over his broad shoulders. He drove back into her in one brutal stroke. His eyes locked on hers, dark with lust and ownership.

Lila’s eyes watered. Drool slipped from around her panties. She was a sobbing, drooling mess, begging with her muffled cries. Marcus fucked her faster, his balls slapping her ass. “Beg with your eyes, stepsis. Show me how bad you need it.”

She did. Her hips bucked up to meet him. Another orgasm ripped through her when he finally rubbed her clit hard. Marcus groaned and buried himself deep, filling her with hot cum. They stayed locked together, breathing hard.

After a moment, Marcus pulled out and untied her wrists. He took the panties from her mouth and wiped her messy thighs with them. Lila sat up slowly, her legs shaky. Her ass burned from the spanking. Her pussy throbbed with leftover pleasure and his seed leaking out.

“How long have we been doing this?” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

“Months now,” Marcus said with a cocky grin. He zipped up his jeans and ran a hand through his messy hair. “Ever since you moved into our house after your mom married my dad.”

Lila remembered that day clearly. She was twenty, fresh out of community college, angry at the world. Her mom had married Dr. Elias Voss, the strict literature professor. Lila moved into the big Voss house on campus. Marcus was twenty three, cocky and built from underground fights. The spark hit the first week. A shared look at dinner. Then a secret touch in the hallway. Soon they were sneaking around for rough sex all over campus.

She loved the risk. The way he choked her, spanked her, tied her up in empty classrooms or behind the gym. It made her feel alive. But guilt always followed. Elias was her stepfather. Marcus was her stepbrother. This was so wrong. Yet she could not stop. The forbidden part made it hotter.

Now she was enrolled in Elias’s advanced seminar on erotic literature and taboo desire. The class readings turned her on almost as much as Marcus did. Elias’s deep voice when he lectured, his commanding presence, it pulled at something deep inside her. She told herself it was just the material. But late at night, she wondered.

Marcus pulled her close and kissed her roughly. “Imagine if dear old Dad knew. Professor Perfect would lose his fucking mind. His precious stepdaughter getting railed by his son like a cheap whore.”

Lila shivered at his words. Part of her feared it. Part of her got wetter at the thought. “We have to be more careful,” she said, pulling her skirt down. Her thighs were sticky. Marks from his belt and hands would bruise by morning. She loved wearing his secret marks under her clothes.

“Careful is boring,” Marcus laughed. He helped her stand but kept a possessive hand on her ass. “You love it when I push you. Like that time in the fight club locker room after my match. Or when I made you wear that plug during your mom’s dinner party.”

Lila blushed hard. The memories flooded her. The danger. The pleasure. The way she craved more every time. She felt addicted. Torn between family loyalty and this raw hunger. Marcus made her feel wanted in a dirty, exciting way. But deep down, she worried what would happen if it all came crashing down.

They started cleaning up the table and floor quickly. Papers scattered. A book lay open nearby. Lila’s heart still raced from the sex. She felt sore and satisfied, but already that familiar ache for more stirred inside her.

Then the library door creaked open behind them.

Lila froze. Marcus turned slowly. There in the doorway stood Elias Voss. Tall and imposing in his dark coat, his sharp eyes took in everything. Lila’s messy hair. Her flushed face. The red marks on her thighs. The belt still dangling from Marcus’s hand.

Elias’s voice cut through the silence, dangerously calm and controlled. “Marcus.

Lila. My office. Now.”