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2025-12-19 00:11:00“This isn’t a punishment at all, is it?”I was so close. If I even touched my clit, my body would explode. I shifted my hips, spreading my legs and tilting my pelvis to offer more of my ass to him.
“Answer me,” he said with a last smack.
My body did explode. That last spank landed directly on my pussy. The pleasure-pain sent me reeling. I mewled and whined as my body convulsed against his desk.
As soon as the orgasm ended, shame pressed down o
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Her Stepfather's Crush My boyfriend and I moments
“Nice cheerleader outfit,” Blake says, looking me up and down.I smirk at him. “You know I’m a cheerleader,” I say.“Still, to see it… Wow.”I laugh. I am standing in my bedroom in front of my dresser mirror, brushing my long dark blond hair. I check the eyeliner around my dark blue eyes. Still looks good. My boyfriend Blake is standing in my doorway.“You know I’m just going to mess it up again,” he says, coming towards me seductively.“Shh,” I say. “Close the door.”He chuckles. “Erica.” Still, he humors me. He closes the door and leans against it with his tall lanky frame. He is good-looking. He has short, dark hair, lean muscles, and his arms folded across his chest. He’s in college. I’m in high school—a senior. I turned 18 a few months ago. He’s my best friend’s older brother.That’s how we met. I feel my heart rate speed up as I imagine what we are about to do.I set my brush down. He takes a step toward me. I start to shake a little b
Her Stepfather's Crush A Daddy-daughter dance
“Dance lesson again tonight. Right after my business call,” Daddy says as he walks through the kitchen on his way from the garage to his office.“Seems like he’s really into this,” Mom says as she pours her smoothiefrom the blender into a cup.I shrug, worried she’ll know something’s going on if I seem excited about tonight.“You’ve been practicing every day,” she says.“I promised Selma. She doesn’t get along with her stepdad either.”We have been practicing every day, and while we dance, Daddy slips his hands under my dress. He touches me and teases me until I think I’m going to lose my mind. But Mom’s been home the past few nights, so while I’ve definitely learned how to jack Daddy off, I haven’t felt him inside me.Mom rolls her eyes. “You’re calling him Daddy. I think that’s getting along.”“It’s sarcastic,” I reminded her. “Why do they have to call it a daddy-daughter dance? Why not father-daughter dance?”“Daddy-daughter sounds cuter.
Her Stepfather's Crush So desperate for daddy's touch
“Fuck,” Daddy groans.I stayed frozen for a moment, trying to determine if that was a good curse or a bad one. Then his hot palms slide up the backs of my thighs.My breath hitches when his finger slips beneath the string that bisects my ass. He tugs at it, causing my panties to pull tight against me. To rub over my clit.I feel the movement of his hand, of his wrist as he slides his finger up and down. It loosens and tightens my panties in the opposite rhythm to my throbbing clit. I shift my hips from side to side, trying to get just a little more friction.“Look how fucking perfect you are,” Daddy says. “Look how desperate you are for Daddy’s touch.”I moan in response.“I didn’t know.” He leans over me, pressing his chest against my back and his mouth against my ear.“I didn’t know that frustration was born of need or I would have made this happen so much sooner.”“What happened, Daddy?”His finger is still caught beneath the string o
Her Stepfather's Crush Ready for your first daddy-daughter lesson?
When I step into the room that houses all the workout machines that belong to my parents, I stutter to a halt. Elliot is still in his dress slacks from work, but his jacket and tie are gone. The sleeves of his Oxford shirt are rolled up to his elbows, and he’s dragging one machine to the edge of the room.Mom has a ballet bar running along the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was put there by the previous owners for their daughter, but Mom was elated.She used it as an excuse to sign up for those ballet aerobic classes.There’s always an eight-foot opening in front of the bar, but Elliot has cleared away a few more machines and the mats they sat on, leaving us with a decent-sized dance floor.When he sees me, Elliot gives me a smile I’ve never seen. It’s not the doting smile he gives Mom or the tight smile he usually reserves for me.There’s something about it that has my spine tingling.“Ready for your first daddy-daughter lesson?”I’m sure he’s teasing
Her Stepfather's Crush Meet me in the home gym
“What are you talking about?” Elliot demands.He uses a different tone with Mom than he does with me. He handles her with kid gloves. Me? He’s always growling at me.“They’re having a father-daughter dance at the country club. Brookie found out and was upset that you didn’t mention it or invite her.”I roll my eyes as I hear Elliot snort.“Don’t call her that,” he scoffs. “She’s not five. She’s practically grown.”“There’s no practicality about it,” Mom says. “In fact, she’s a little too grown. Is that why you don’t want to take her?”Mom’s voice has gone up. She’s getting totally worked up. She has no problem telling me I need to lose weight, but she can’t stand anyone else saying it. Like it’s okay for her to be embarrassed about me, but no one else is allowed to do it.“She’s been trying to lose weight,” Mom adds.I roll my eyes. That’s not totally untrue, but mostly it’s she who’s trying to get me to lose weight. I watch what she has to
Her Stepfather's Crush It's dance o'clock
“What’s that?” Mom asks before I can stuff the paper into my backpack.“Nothing.”“Oh, come on, dancing isn’t that hard,” Selma says.It is when you’ve never done it before. Like ever. My dad’s never been in the picture: no daddy-daughter dances, no father-daughter date nights.Nothing.I never waltzed across the living room floor with my feet on my dad’s toes. So I don’t know how my friend thinks I might have learned how to ballroom dance.“You should come,” Selma says. “Daddy not required.”“I’ll think about it,” I lied before steering my mom away from my friend.“What’s Selma talking about?”“Nothing.”“Brooklyn!” Mom scolds.“Fine. Selma’s parents belong to the country club and they’re having some daddy-daughter dance.”“Why not have Elliot take you?”“Because he’s not my dad,” I say through gritted teeth.“I think you should go,” Mom says. “Elliot’s a member of the country club.”Of course, my hot, rich silver fox
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