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Wrong Desires
Wrong Desires
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Drunk For Daddy's Cock I

Author: Saint
last update publish date: 2026-06-04 20:59:41

Sophie

I was a fucking mess!

The Uber ride home was blurry, the music from the party still ringing in my ears, but nothing could drown out the aching need between my legs. I’d spent the entire night thinking about him. Again. Like I always did.

Kevin Randy. My stepfather. The man my mother somehow managed to marry eight months ago. 

Oh please… don’t judge me, he is so fucking hot! You’d fall for him too.

By the time my friend dropped me off, the world was spinning. I barely made it through the front door before strong arms caught me.

“Sophie…” Kevin’s deep voice rumbled above me. “Jesus, how much did you drink?”

I looked up and my pussy clenched instantly. Even blurry, he was stupidly hot –sexy! He was standing in the living room in nothing but gray sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt that hugged his broad chest and thick arms. His hair was slightly messy, like he’d been running his hands through it while waiting up for me. ME!! That illusional thought made me feel special. 

God, I wanted him so bad it hurt.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Kevin…” I giggled, nearly tripping over my own heels.

He sighed, shook his head and walked over, catching me before I could fall. His big hands on my waist sent electricity straight to my core. Our eyes met. The smell of his perfume wafted into my nose, intoxicating me even more than the countless bottles of liquor I had emptied at the club did. 

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Before I could protest, he lifted me up like I weighed nothing. Bridal style. My face pressed against his warm chest, and I breathed him in —that expensive cologne mixed with pure manhood. My nipples hardened instantly. 

Oh Aphrodite.. this was so.. stimulating, electrifying, sensational—whatever words that could be used to describe what I was feeling. I latched onto his back with the little power I have left.

“You know, daddy, I touch myself thinking about you every night,” I whispered against his neck, my lips brushing his skin. “I fuck my fingers and moan your name… Daddy.” I heard myself giggle in lustful amusement… Crap! Did I mean to say that?? Oh god I was so drunk!!

His entire body tensed, I could feel his temperature rising, but he kept walking up the stairs without saying a word.

When we reached my bedroom, he tried to lay me down gently, but I wasn’t having it. The second my back hit the mattress, before he could pull the blanket over me. I sat up and yanked the front of my tight black dress down. My full tits spilled out, my nipples stiff and begging for attention.

Kevin’s eyes darkened. His jaw flexed hard.

“I’ve wanted you since the day Mom brought you home, daddy,” I chuckled, my voice shaking with alcohol and raw honesty. “Every time you smiled at me, every time you told me goodnight… I went to my room, took my panties off, and rubbed my little pussy until I came, thinking about your cock.”

Tears pricked my eyes. I was drunk, horny, and suddenly emotional.

“Mom doesn’t deserve you. She’s cold. She doesn’t even suck your cock, does she? I would. I’d get on my knees every single morning and choke on it like a good girl. I’d let you fuck my throat until I cry. I’d call you Daddy while you use me however you want.”

I crawled toward him on the bed, spreading my legs so he could see my soaked red thong.

“Please, Kevin… Daddy… I’m so wet for you. Look.”

I pulled the thong to the side, showing him my glistening, puffy pussy. I was literally dripping down my thighs.

“I’m not that drunk,” I lied, even as the room spun a little. “I know what I want. I’ve wanted my stepdad’s cock stretching me open for months. I’ll be your secret little slut. I’ll be so submissive for you. You can spank me, choke me, cum inside me whenever you want. Just please… touch me.”

A tear slipped down my cheek.

“I feel so empty all the time. Dad left. My ex treated me like shit. Mom only cares about her career… but you actually see me. You care. Please, Daddy. Make me feel good. Even if it’s just tonight.”

Kevin sat on the edge of the bed, looking like he was fighting a war inside his head. His eyes kept dropping to my exposed tits and dripping pussy.

“Sophie… this is dangerous,” he said, his voice low and rough. “You’re my stepdaughter.”

“I don’t care if it’s wrong,” I whispered, climbing into his lap. I straddled him and started grinding my soaked cunt against the massive bulge in his sweatpants. “I need you.”

For a moment, his hands tightened on my waist like he was about to give in. But then he let out a heavy breath, grabbed me firmly, and lifted me off his lap, placing me back down on the bed.

He leaned over me and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“You’re drunk, baby girl. You need to rest.”

He stood up and turned toward the door, clearly trying to escape while he still had control.

Nah!! I wasn’t letting him get away that easily.

My hand shot out, fingers grabbing the back of his t-shirt with surprising strength. I yanked him back hard, and when he stumbled, I pushed his chest with both hands. He fell back onto my bed with a surprised grunt.

I immediately climbed on top of him again, straddling his waist, my dress still bunched around my hips and my tits fully exposed.

“Fuck…” he growled. Yes! He had given in!

He flipped me onto my back, pushed my dress all the way up, and ripped my thong down my legs. Then he spread my thighs wide and stared at my dripping pussy like a starving wolf.

“So fucking pretty,” he muttered.

The first long, slow lick from my entrance to my clit made me cry out. Then he devoured me. His tongue was thick and hot, licking every inch of my soaked folds before sucking hard on my swollen clit. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, stretching me open, curling against my G-spot while he ate me like a man possessed.

“Oh my god— Daddy!” I screamed, hands flying to his hair.

He finger-fucked me faster, sucking my clit rhythmically, growling into my pussy. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room. I was so wet it was embarrassing — juices running down my ass onto the sheets.

I came hard, my thighs shaking violently around his head, gushing all over his tongue as I screamed his name.

Even after I came, he kept licking me gently, cleaning me up while I twitched and whimpered.

When he finally pulled back, his mouth and chin were shiny with my cum. His cock was tenting his sweatpants obscenely.

I reached for it desperately. “Please fuck me, Daddy. I want your cock so bad. Put it inside me. Ruin your stepdaughter’s tight little pussy.”

He stood up, breathing heavily, staring down at my spread, dripping body like he wanted to destroy it.

For a moment I thought he was finally going to give in.

Instead, he adjusted his massive erection and zipped up his pants.

“Not tonight,” he said, voice strained. “Not while you’re drunk, Sophie. When you wake up tomorrow… if you still want your stepfather to fuck you, then we’ll talk.”

He leaned down, kissed my forehead tenderly, and wiped the tears from my face.

“Get some sleep, baby girl.”

As he walked to the door, I whispered brokenly, “Kevin… please don’t leave me like this. I need you.”

He paused at the doorway, shoulders tight, fists clenched. Then he left without another word, closing the door behind him.

I lay there with my dress bunched around my waist, my pussy still throbbing and leaking, knowing one thing for certain:

Tomorrow morning, I was going to seduce the fuck out of my stepfather.

And I wasn’t taking no for an answer!

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