F*cked By My Stepfather

Ana 

"I'm not leaving," I insisted, glaring up at him. 

"Damn it, Ana," he growled, "You have to_" 

I rose to my feet, and reached for the top button of my shirt, undoing it. His gaze immediately dropped down to my chest. I undid two more buttons till my red bra was exposed. 

"You're my stepdaughter," he argued, "You're a kid." 

"I'm eighteen," I said sultrily, "And we're not blood related." 

"I'll count till three, and if you're still here, then I'll take that as your decision," he warned me, "one." 

I shivered at the look in his eyes, the middle of my thighs getting slick with my desire. God, I wanted him so much. I wanted his monstrous dick to split me into two. I licked my lips in anticipation. 

"Two..." 

"Three," I whispered, staring at him challengingly. Before I could even blink, he had reached out, cupped my head in his hand and pulled me into a hard, hungry kiss. 

"Hmm," I moaned into his mouth as his tongue pushed into my own mouth. Sparks of current skittered over my skin and I trembled in his arms. 

He cupped my breast from over my school shirt, kneading it in his large hands. Growling impatiently, he grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked it, ripping it apart. The rest of the buttons scattered all over the floor, but all his focus was on my chest. 

Christian dropped his head, mouth sucking against my neck. 

"Argh," I gasped at the sensation. 

He dragged down the cup of my bra, and my breasts spilled out onto his hands, "you've got such gorgeous tits. I want to cum all over them. Mark them up and let everyone know they're daddy's property." 

"Yes!" I cried, throwing my head back to give him more access. 

He dropped eager kisses down my neckline and finally his mouth was around one hard nipple. 

"Oh God." A breath shuddered out of me as he dragged his tongue around my areola before they landed on my nipples. 

"Hmm," my fingers clawed at his back as desire assaulted me. 

He pinched at my other nipple, rolling it in his hands, plucking and pinching till I was begging him, rolling my hips into him desperately, "Please, please." 

"Please what?" 

"Please daddy." 

"What do you want daddy to do for you?" He purred, "Want daddy to touch your pussy for you? Or do you want daddy to fill you up with his big cock?" 

"Nghhh," I groaned, "please, daddy, just make me cum." 

Chuckling, he gripped me by my hips and lifted me onto the table, spreading my legs and stepping up between them. Then he reached under my skirt and grabbed my panties, peeling them down my legs. Then he raised my legs till my shoes were on the table on either side of my hips. 

Moisture flooded out of me at the exposed position. 

My step daddy's hungry gaze dropped down to where my legs were spread out and his eyes feasted on me, taking in my glistening pussy with lust filled eyes. 

"You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," he told me, reaching forward to run his fingers over my slit, gathering the moisture and dragging it over to my clit. 

I moaned as he began to play with my clit, and then one thick, long finger pushed into my pussy. 

"Argh!" I screamed, arching into him. 

"Has anybody ever put their finger in you baby?" He asked. 

I shook my head, biting my lips. 

"What about you?" Christian asked again, "Have you touched yourself? Have you fucked your greedy cunt with your fingers?" 

A blush stole up my cheeks, "N-no." 

He suddenly pulled his fingers out and slapped my pussy hard, "No what?" 

"No daddy." 

Next thing he pushed two blunt fingers inside me. I cried out at the immense fullness, clutching his biceps tight.

"Ngh," I whimpered as he began to move his fingers in and out of me. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster till he was pounding those thick fingers inside me. 

The lewd sound of my wetness filled the room, and my body shook with pent up desire. 

My step daddy twisted his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that made me see stars. Gasping, I began to bounce my hips into his hands, chasing the movement of his fingers. 

He pulled them out and held them up to me, coated and shiny with my wetness. He moved them to my mouth, "Open your mouth angel. Taste yourself on my fingers." 

I eagerly opened my mouth and he slipped his fingers in. I moaned like a slut, licking up my wetness from him. His blue eyes were nearly black with lust as he watched me sucking his fingers. 

Christian pulled out of my mouth, wrapped his hands around my throat and smashed his mouth against mine before his fingers thrust into me again. 

I cried out, but his mouth swallowed the cry. 

My body rocked up and down as he started to finger me again, my hard nipples brushing against his chest, and becoming even harder. 

"Do you want to cum angel?" He growled against my neck, "Do you want me to touch your clit and make you cum." 

"Hmmmm," I wanted it all, I wanted him to make me scream his name, cry and beg for him. His fingers twisted inside me again, and this time his thumb began to draw circles around my clit. 

"Yes, please!" I cried, "I'm so close! Make me cum." 

He pinched my clit hard, and I screamed even louder. 

"That's it angel," Christian hissed, "come for me baby. Let me see you come on my fingers." 

The pleasure rushed through me like a flood, and I tossed my head back as I began to cum. Shivering and sobbing, "Oh God, oh God, Christian!" 

"Good girl." He praised me, dropping kisses over my face. 

The moment was shattered by the sound of a knock on the door and then my mother's voice echoed outside the office, "Christian, are you in there?"