Verbotene Gelüste

Mia's fingers slid between her moist labia and circled her swollen clitoris with desperate little movements.

The house should actually be empty.

Her stepfather Marcus had left for work hours ago.

At least that's what she thought as she slipped off her tiny sleep shorts and spread her legs wide on the bed. The afternoon light filtered through the half-drawn curtains.

Her back arched away from the mattress as she slid two fingers into her tight, throbbing pussy.

A soft, breathless moan escaped her lips.

“Fuck… yes…”, she whispered to herself, her eyes tightly shut, imagining strong hands pressing her down and a deep voice growling orders she had no right to crave.

Her free hand grasped her full breast and pinched her nipple so hard that sparks shot directly into her lower abdomen.

Her hips pushed against her thrusting fingers, moist sounds filled the silent room.

She didn't hear the soft creak of the door, nor did she notice the tall, muscular figure standing in the shadow of the hallway, jaw clenched tightly, gaze fixed on her glistening pussy, while her fingers pumped faster and faster.

Marcus had returned to retrieve his forgotten laptop and had never expected such a scene.

One glance through the crack in the door, and he froze.

His stepdaughter, the girl he had raised since she was eighteen, fucked herself as if she were starving for a cock.

Her juices covered her thighs and her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath.

Those perfect pink lips parted in another moan that went straight to his swelling cock.

He should have left. Instead, he pressed his hand against the front of his trousers and massaged the massive bulge that was growing there.

His breathing became heavy and adapted to the rhythm of her frantic fingers.

Then Mia called out a name, not just any name, but a subdued "Daddy... please." Marcus's self-control almost broke.

Mia's body tensed, her thighs trembled violently as her orgasm built.

Her toes dug into the sheets.

She bit her lower lip so hard that it almost bled, and her hips twitched uncontrollably.

“I’m so close… fuck, I need it…” she gasped, pushing in a third finger, stretching herself open and rubbing her clitoris in tight, frantic circles with her thumb.

Marcus watched every second, his fists clenched at his sides, beads of sweat on his forehead. The forbidden hunger he had buried for years roared to life as he watched her pussy clench greedily around his fingers.

At the very moment when Mia's back arched sharply away from the mattress, her mouth opened in a silent cry of relief, and her eyes fluttered open for a split second, she thought she saw a movement in the doorway – a dark shadow, broad shoulders, familiar, piercing eyes.

Nevertheless, her orgasm overwhelmed her, waves of intense pleasure causing her entire body to tremble uncontrollably.

Juices splattered around her fingers and soaked the sheets.

She slumped back, gasping, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her nipples still rock hard.

When she finally raised her head, her heart pounding in her chest, the doorway was empty.

Or not?

Mia sat up slowly, her legs still trembling and her pussy throbbing with the after-effects. She glanced at the door once more, a strange mixture of fear and forbidden excitement tightening in her stomach.

Had she only imagined it? Or had someone watched as she fell apart while moaning for her stepfather?

She swallowed hard, pulled the sheet over her naked body, but the desire between her legs only grew stronger.

Marcus was standing just around the corner in the hallway, his back pressed against the wall, his painfully hard penis clutched in his fist. He had almost been discovered, and the way her body had reacted when she whispered "Daddy"

At that moment he knew he would soon have her.