soft touch 2

People were starting to stare now, and I felt my face flushing red “you look like a cheap little tramp! If I wasn’t so busy, I’d drag you upstairs myself right now and see that you put something on that doesn’t look so goddamned slutty!” I was shocked by his outburst, and mortified by the way he said it. People were staring, and I felt a horrible wave of shame and embarrassment wash over me. My stepdad’s face was a picture of strange emotion – he looked angry and exasperated, but also... excited? He fixed me with an intense stare, and I could see that he was short of breath. All this, just because I was wearing a tight top and a tiny skirt? It just didn’t make any sense. But, me being me, I was determined not to lose face in front of all these people. I had to get the last word – so without thinking, I opened my mouth.

“Sorry, Daddy” I said, in a tone laced with poison “but perhaps dirty old men like you should keep their eyes from wandering. Then maybe you wouldn’t have such a problem with these.” I gestured towards my perky, round tits as I spoke – and heard gasps of shock coming from some of the guests. My stepdad’s face turned a deep shade of crimson, and I saw sweat breaking out at his brow. I’d never seen him so angry before – he literally looked like he might burst into flames at any minute. So, rather than hang around for his response, I turned on my heel and marched across the garden, robbing him the satisfaction of chastising me again. I knew I’d crossed a line, but I didn’t care. I was overwhelmed with a sudden sense of confidence, and I knew I should capitalize on it. I saw that Greg was alone, and he was making his way towards the doors that lead into the kitchen. This was my chance. I followed him as he entered the house, walked though the kitchen, and then opened the basement door. He was obviously going down to fetch more supplies for the party.

This was the perfect opportunity for me. I waited until he was down the stairs, and then began to follow – closing the basement door behind me, quietly. “Hi Greg” I said, once I reached the bottom of the stairs. He cried out in shock, and dropped the box of plastic cutlery that he was holding. I giggled and rushed over to him. “Sorry” I said, “I didn’t mean to scare you!” He smiled at me and shook his head. “What are you doing down here, Linz?” he asked, grinning widely at me, but also fixing me with a suspicious stare “shouldn’t you be up above ground, enjoying the party?” I felt the same strange surge of confidence urging me on, and took another step closer towards him. I felt my body tingling with anticipation as I reached out and took hold of his hand. “Actually, I’d rather be down here with you” I said, my voice deliberately low and seductive “It’s kind of nice to have some time alone, don’t you think?” His hand rested limply in mine, but he didn’t pull away. I watched as the look of shock on his face visibly morphed into one of desire, as I took another step forwards, so that our bodies were almost touching. I looked up at him through my thick, black lashes and bit my lip. “I’ve waited so long to get you alone, Greg” I whispered, squeezing his hand “so that I could feel how nice and hard you are for me...” I reached out and grabbed his cock through his jeans, and sure enough he was rock hard.

He gasped in shock, but made no attempt to stop me. I squeezed him, and began slowly rubbing up and down, feeling him swelling and getting harder in my hand. “Linzi... we can’t... your dad will...” Greg stammered, but his resistance was futile. I pressed my lips against his and slipped my tongue into his mouth. His cock throbbed in my hand as we explored each other’s mouths, and I felt my panties beginning to get wet. I couldn’t believe I was finally doing what I’d been fantasizing about for months! Greg reached up and grabbed my tube top, yanking it down so my tit’s spilled free. He took my nipples between his fingers and began to squeeze, tugging gently at them until they were erect. I moaned softly, and began tugging at his zipper. A sense of urgency took over, and I broke away from our kiss to yank at his belt and undo his zipper. I looked down and watched his huge cock spring free from the binds of his clothing. It was huge and swollen, and I licked my lips hungrily at the mere sight of it. Before I knew what was happening, I felt Greg’s strong hands on my shoulders, pushing me down to my knees. I opened my mouth to cry out in shock, and he immediately thrust his hips forwards, physically gagging me with his huge cock. I choked and spluttered as he slid his way down my throat. I couldn’t believe how rough he was being with me, but I had no way of protesting.

I was literally rendered mute by his huge, thick cock. “Mmmm, that’s it” he groaned, grabbing me by the hair and forcing me to take him even deeper “I knew you’d suck cock like a pro. You’re such a little slut, Linzi. Such a perfect, dirty slut!” His words made me feel strange. He was insulting, but complimenting me at the same time. It made me feel almost ashamed of what I was doing, but ultimately my pussy began to throb at his words. I wanted this. I wanted to be his dirty little slut. I ran my tongue over the ridges of his shaft, feeling every inch of him as he continued to ravage my mouth. His grip on my hair tightened, and I felt my eyes beginning to water. Pain and desire were taking over, and I found myself growing impatient. My clit was fluttering in my panties, and I could feel my juices starting to make the smooth, silky material slick and wet. I needed something inside of me. I reached between my legs and tugged my thong to one side. Then I greedily stuffed two fingers inside myself and felt my stomach beginning to tighten at the welcome invasion. I was so wet that I surprised even myself, and began finger-fucking myself with ease, sliding in and out quickly. It felt absolutely sensational; like ever fibre of me was tingling with a filthy anticipation. I couldn’t wait to feel Greg’s cock inside me instead of my eager fingers!

But then, to my horror, I felt something else. I felt my skirt was being hitched up, and my ass cheeks were being parted. I squealed, but my cries of shock were muffled my Greg’s swollen dick. I tried to turn my head to see who was behind me, but Greg tightened his grip on my hair. “Come one, Linzi” Greg said in a low voice, “no struggling. Me and your Daddy just want some fun!” Cold fear washed over me, and I realised then who the second pair of hands belonged to. I wanted to run, and fight – but there was an even stronger part of me that was curious. It was my daddy who had his hands on my tight, teenage ass; squeezing and kneading my supple flesh. I felt so dirty that it was somehow liberating; so, instead of struggling, I simply submitted.