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OBSESSED WITH MY STEPDAD 

If my mother ever finds out I'm in love with her husband, she would hate me for the rest of my life. But the thought never scared me. Instead, my instinct was screaming at me to try it out.

I pretended I was scrolling through my phone, but I was only admiring him. From the very first day I saw him, I had always wanted a taste of what my mom had been enjoying. I know I'm a bad girl, but the obsession I had for him wouldn't stop. I had tried dating a few times, but none of them lasted more than two days.

You wouldn't blame me. If only you had seen my stepdad. This man was every woman's dream, and I wished I had met him before my mom did.

“Joan.”

“Yes…” I answered, snapping out of my thoughts.

“I’ve been calling you for like five minutes. What have you been thinking?” he asked in that honeyed tone of his.

“Nothing,” I said, looking away quickly.

“Are you sick? Why is your face so flushed?” he asked, raising one of his brows.

“Nothing…” I said, avoiding his gaze. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. I crossed my legs tighter on the couch, trying to hide how wet I was just from sitting near him.

He leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, studying me with those intense dark eyes. The grey sweatpants he wore hung low on his hips, showing the deep V of his abs, and his bare chest rose and fell steadily. He looked so relaxed, so unknowingly tempting, while I was burning up inside.

“So Joan, what are you going to do now that you’ve just graduated?” he asked, his voice raspy and low.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his eyes for a second. “I’ve been thinking… maybe travel a bit. Or find something exciting. 

Something that makes me feel alive, you know? I’m tired of boring stuff. I want to try new things. Things I’ve only dreamed about.”

My words carried a hidden weight. I imagined him pinning me down, claiming me, ruining me for anyone else. My cheeks grew even hotter. I shifted again, the silk slip riding up my thighs.

Mr. Zeal frowned slightly, concerned flickering across his face. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look distracted lately. If something’s bothering you, you know you can talk to me.”

His voice was gentle and caring — the same tone he always used with me. He had no idea that every night I touched myself thinking about him. That I wanted him to look at me the way he looked at my mom… but rougher. Hungrier.

“I’m fine, really,” I whispered, biting my lip. 

“Just… thinking about the future.”

He nodded slowly, but his gaze lingered on my flushed face, then dropped for a brief second to my chest where my hard nipples pressed against the thin fabric. He cleared his throat and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Alright. If you need anything, I’m here, princess.”

That pet name hit me like a spark between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, imagining his hands instead. The tension in the room felt thick, even if he didn’t fully realize why. Or maybe he was starting to sense it but pushing it down.

I wanted him to lose control. I wanted him to grab me, kiss me, and finally give me what I’d been craving.

“Hey princess,” my mom called. “How are you doing?”

“Mom? You’re back earlier today,” I asked, surprised.

“Oh yes,” she said, grinning widely. “We’re probably going on a two-week business trip.” 

She walked over and kissed her husband. “So, what’s my babe cooking?”

I felt awkward standing in front of them, so I got up and dragged myself out of the room.

“Joan,” I turned to his voice. “Make sure you come down for dinner,” he said. His eyes twitched with something I couldn’t quite read.

I ran upstairs, heart hammering in my chest, and slammed my bedroom door shut. The lock clicked loudly. I leaned against it for a second, breathing hard.

“Did he just wink at me?”

That quick flash in his eye when he told me to come down for dinner… I wasn’t imagining it, was I? The way his gaze had lingered on my hard nipples earlier, the way his voice dropped when he called me “princess.” My pussy was soaked, throbbing so badly it almost hurt. I could feel my juices coating my inner thighs.

I rushed into the bathroom, heart racing, and pulled out my thick pink dildo from the hidden drawer under the sink. It was veiny, realistic, and just a little bigger than I imagined Mr. Zeal’s cock to be. I’d used it so many times while thinking about him.

I hurried back to my bed, yanked the slip off over my head, and lay back completely naked. 

My legs fell open wide, knees bent. I was dripping. I ran the thick head of the dildo up and down my slick folds, teasing my swollen clit, imagining it was his tongue doing those long, flat licks like in my dirtiest dreams.

“Fuck… ahhh,” I whispered, biting my lip hard.

I pushed the tip inside slowly, gasping as it stretched my tight walls. Inch by inch, I sank it deeper, feeling every ridge drag along my sensitive insides. My mouth fell open, eyes fluttering. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted him.

I started fucking myself with it — slow and steady at first, just like I imagined he would if he lost control. Long strokes, pulling it almost all the way out before sliding it back in deep. My free hand squeezed my breast, pinching my nipple the way he had in my fantasies.

“Ahh… yes…” I moaned softly, hips rolling up to meet every thrust. My eyes rolled back as I picked up the pace, pumping the dildo faster. 

Wet, squelching sounds filled my room. I was so soaked it was leaking down my ass onto the sheets.

I closed my eyes and pictured Mr. Zeal on top of me — his strong body pinning me down, his thick cock stretching me open instead of this toy.

“Daddy… fuck me,” I whimpered, thrusting the dildo harder. My legs started shaking. I hooked one knee over my arm, spreading myself wider, driving it deeper until it hit that perfect spot.

“Oh shit—right there!” My voice cracked. My face twisted in pleasure, mouth hanging open, drool slipping from the corner as I fucked myself faster. I rubbed my clit in tight circles with my other hand, matching the rhythm I imagined his thumb would use.

The pressure built fast and heavy. My toes curled, thighs trembling violently. “Daddy… I’m gonna cum… please…”

“Joan, come down and eat! Dinner is ready!” A knock sounded at my door, making me freeze.

“Shit… I’m coming, Mom!”