Se connecterI was so turned on, my body felt stretched tight.I shoved my hand into my panties and started to rub my clit, fast and hard.Daddy scooped me up by my armpits and sat me on the dryer. He thrust his tongue into my mouth as his hand took over between my legs.He circled my clit again and again.I grunted and moaned into his mouth as he pulled me closer and closer. Then he pinched my clit.My body curved and my thighs slammed together, trapping Daddy’s fingers against me as wave after wave of pleasure shuddered through me.“Ty?” Mom’s voice floated down the hall.Daddy pulled back, licked my wetness from his thumb, and backed out of the room with a quiet promise that he’d be inside me again tomorrow.***As soon as Mom left for work the next day, I hurried up to his studio.Daddy had it set up differently. The backdrop was all white.The floor was all whit
“I still want my cum on your skin,” he whispered.“Yes,” I agreed. “But I still want you to come inside me.”“Fuck,” he grunted, but I wasn’t sure if it was my words or if it was because I reached into his joggers and grasped his thick shaft.We heard the water hissing quietly through the pipes as Mom turned on the shower upstairs. Daddy pushed my panties aside and pressed his thumb to my clit.I moaned.“This will have to be fast,” he said.“See if you can get me off before I make you come.”I rubbed my palm along his slit, using his precum to lube my hand before I started jacking him hard and fast.He groaned.He dipped his thumb down to my opening, doing the same thing, using my wetness to lube his thumb before rubbing my clit.His rhythm was hard and fast, just like mine was.Leaning in, he nipped at my lower
He groaned and pressed his face to my neck.He licked his way up to my ear, then whispered.“I would have stretched you out better with my fingers. I would have made it better for you.”“I just wanted you inside me. I’ve wanted that for a long time. The pain’s gone now. Fuck me.”He lifted off of me enough to look down at me as he pulled his hips back, then pushed them forward again. I stared up into his eyes, my lids fluttering at the amazing friction I felt now that the pain had passed.Daddy leaned down and kissed me. It was a gentle kiss at first, but it became more and more demanding as his thrusts picked up speed.His hands slid all over, over my breasts, down my sides, then under me to grip my ass and hold it as he started pounding into me.This was what I’d fantasized about, this was what I’d master-bated to Daddy losing control. The thought of him losing control insi
“Sorry,” Ty said.I’m not. “Whatever you need to do,” is what I really said.He pulled the material back until I felt the cool air of the studio along the crack of my ass. Ty moved around and lay with the camera pointed at my hip.He took a few shots, then went back to messing with the sheet. I could feel his frustration rise. It wasn’t working.I took a deep breath, then pulled the sheet off, exposing my entire posterior to my stepfather. He swore under his breath, then took a deep breath.“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”“Yes,” my voice came out in a whisper, but I couldn’t seem to speak any louder than that.He moved back to his camera and took a few more shots.“Pop your hip,” he said.I looked down at him. His face was so near, my pussy started pulsing to a strong beat, like it was trying to get his attention.Could
“It’s a good-paying gig,” I heard my stepdad say.He had one of those deep voices. It could rock you to sleep or wake up your body. Don’t even get me started on his laugh.But his voice sounded frustrated when I walked into the kitchen. He was a professional photographer and as a budding photographer myself, I’d assisted him a few times.He mostly did sports photography, so I’d been able to get up close and personal with a few athletes.Well, maybe not as up close and personal as I might fantasize about because Ty, my stepdad, was very protective.When I walked into the kitchen, he poked his phone and tossed it onto the counter.“Everything okay?” I asked.His response was a grunt as he turned and opened the fridge. He rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at the contents, then closed the door and turned away from the refrigerator without taking anything out.“What
Sunday morning, I was down in the basement.Mom had the clean laundry folded in a laundry basket on the floor.I was bent over, digging through for my favorite shorts.I felt a hand gliding up my inner thigh. I gasped in surprise, then moaned when that same hand cupped my pussy.I pulled in a deep breath.My stepfather had turned into a sex monster, but I didn’t regret it, not one bit. It had only been a few days since I’d tempted him, since he’d become my daddy.On the party bus, I needed to sit on his lap. I bit my lip as I remembered how he’d told me to sit still.I’d circled my hips over and over until his resistance had finally shredded.He’d fucked me right there, under the cover of my dress, surrounded by his friends. The memory alone had me breathing hard.“Mom’s upstairs,” I panted.“She’s in the shower. I’d sa







