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I Want To Puck My Stepdaddy (1)

“Nora, ain’t you done yet,” Mom’s voice echoed from the hallway.“Just finishing touches.” I yelled back.The elastic of the white thigh-highs socks fitted perfectly. I smoothed the fabric down, admiring the way the lace tops contrasted with the pale skin of my thighs. I liked how I looked in the mirror, especially with the pigtails I’d just tied off with pink ribbons. I applied a thick coat of cherry-red gloss to my lips, smacking them together until they shined like wet candy. The skirt I chose was black, pleated, and dangerously short. I could finally dress this way.“I’m coming,” I yelled as I shut my bedroom door.I strutted down the stairs and saw him laughing with Mom. Samuel. My stepfather. Sammy, as she called him reducing a six-foot-two man with broad shoulders and a jawline that could cut glass to a cute, harmless pet name. He looked as breathtaking as ever in his simple black shirt which clung to his well defined muscle. The top button of his shirt was undone. I strained m

I Want To Puck My Stepdaddy(2)

The air left my lungs. “Why are you not wearing panties, Nora?” Samuel's voice was low. Not mad. Not dad-like. Just.… rough.“How do you know Daddy?” I asked, feigning ignorance. “Were you looking?”He coughed once, took a sip of water. “No. I…I—saw it,” he said. Daddy looked flustered.I could lie. Say I forgot. Say they were uncomfortable.I didn't.I didn't look away. I let him look. “I'm not sorry, Daddy,” I whispered. “I took them off before we left the house. I wanted…” I swallowed. “I wanted you to find out.”“Nora,” his jaw ticked. “You can’t say things like that…”“Even now…” I swallowed, looking down at my laps. “I think I’ve ruined my skirt, Daddy.”“Can you not tell, Mommy? Please…Daddy.”He leaned in. I felt the heat of him across the 6 inches table. “Fine, it’s our little secret. But you can’t do it again, it’s not safe to go around…bare. Especially when outsiders are around.”“But you're not an outsider. You're Mom's. But...do you ever look at me and not see her daughte

I Want To Puck My Stepdaddy (2)

Daddy’s eyes went completely dark.“Turn around,” he said. “Hands on the wall. Show me what you did for me under that table.”My legs barely worked. I gripped the cold, porcelain edges of the sink. Bending over, spreading my knees apart, I whispered, “like this?”I heard a low groan. “Nora….”In the mirror, I saw us.My skirt was already around my waist from walking. He hadn't let me fix it. My thigh-highs, the pink ribbons in my hair. Innocent. Except I was bare underneath. And his hands were on my hips.His face—God, his face wasn't Daddy anymore. Wasn't Mom's Sammy.“I’m going to punish you now,” he whispered, breathless against my ears. “For giving Daddy a hard time.”I watched, paralyzed, as he raised his hand. The first smack landed hard on my right cheek. The sound was a sharp crack that echoed off the tiled walls. I gasped, my hips jerking forward against the sink, but I didn't move away. A stinging heat bloomed instantly where his hand had connected.“Count,” he ordered.“One

I Want To Puck Daddy (4)

Samuel dropped to his knees on the cold tile.The bathroom lights flickered overhead, casting a sick-yellow glow on the wet floor. Steam from the running faucets fogged the mirror's edges. In the mirror, I saw the top of his dark head disappear between my legs. I couldn't take my eyes off him—my stepfather, my Daddy, kneeling before me like I was something to be worshipped and destroyed at the same time."Lean back," he growled. "Spread those pretty fucking thighs wider."I obeyed, hooking my heels onto the edge of the sink, my spine pressing against the fogged mirror. The pleated skirt was already bunched around my waist. My bare pussy glistened under the harsh light, juices smeared down my inner thighs like I'd been leaking for hours. I had.“Daddy isn’t it dirty?” I whispered, even as the hot breath excited me, making my little clit jump."Look at this fucking mess," Samuel breathed, his hot breath ghosting over my wet folds. "It’s not dirty, it’s perfect. Soaked. Ruined. All for m

I Want To Puck My Stepdaddy (6)

“Fuckk,” he hissed.Samuel gripped his shaft, guiding the blunt head to my entrance. He was incredibly gentle, moving with agonizing slowness. “Relax for me, Nora. Open up.”His fingers never stopped moving inside me, scissoring, stretching something that felt like it might tear. "You know what happens when Daddy fucks you tonight? When I push my fat cock through that tight little hymen?"I shook my head, eyes wide."You're going to bleed, baby girl. Virgin blood all over my cock, all over this sink, running down your thighs. And I'm going to lick it up." He pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean. "Then I'm going to fill you with my cum."My cunt clenched around nothing. Daddy’s dirty words shocked me but at the same time they excited me. I tried to unclench my muscles, staring into his eyes as he began to push forward. The stretch was intense, a burning pressure that bordered on pain. I gasped, my hands flying to his shoulders to dig my nails in.“Shh, I've got you,” he soothe

I Want To Puck My Stepdaddy (6)

“Samuel? Are you in there with her?” Mom’s voice was closer now, suspicious.Time stopped. The water was still running, the only sound covering my loud heartbeat.Sammy’s cock twitched inside me, a reflex, and I nearly sobbed. The sound would give us away. The movement would. His hand clamped over my mouth. Not hard. Desperate. In the mirror, we looked like a crime scene. My skirt around my waist. His pants at his ankles. Red marks on my thighs from his fingers. One of my pigtails had coke undone.Mom was three feet away. If we moved, she'd hear. If we didn't, she might try the handle. I looked up into Sammy's eyes, wide with the same terror, silently pleading for him to fix this.Samuel cleared his throat, his eyes never leaving mine. He looked terrified, but also protective, his hands gripping my hips tighter. “Yeah, I'm in here, Linda,” he called out, his voice remarkably steady considering he was balls-deep in her daughter. “Sorry. It’s… it’s a bit of a situation in here.”“Wha

Daddy’s Bestfriend (1)

Aria POV“Arh, ughhh, ahh, yeah… fuck— fucking stop.""Shit, hell."Aunt Marian voice cursed bitterly through the slightly ajar door.It’s always about your fucking satisfaction again.”“You just came, and me?” Uncle Samson’s voice cracked somewhere in the middle. “You’re my wife, Marian…”"I said I'm busy," Aunt Marian snapped, shoving at his chest. "Plus, your dick is too big. You know what? I can't do this, I'm not in the mood for sex, your tongue is enough. Good night.""That's what you always say. When was the last time… you know what, I'm out."Footsteps echoed from the bedroom. They were getting closer. I wasn’t supposed to lurk around Uncle Samson’s house—like a thief. Hell I wasn’t supposed to hear that. Wasn’t supposed to press my ear to the bedroom door the moment I heard raised voices.I stopped leaning by the door frame and ducked around the corner.Samson slammed the bedroom door and leaned against it, breathing hard, chest heaving.Then he walked straight to the mini ba

Daddy’s Bestfriend (2)

“Fuck," he breathes.I should've been embarrassed. I should've wanted the floor to swallow me, move even at least to cover up. But I don't. I stay there, presented like an offering, my body still trembling on the edge of the orgasm I didn't get to have."Samson." I whisper. It was the first time I called him by his name, not Uncle Samson.His jaw tightens. His hands fist at his sides. I can see the bulge in his sweatpants, the same one I glimpsed minutes ago in the hallway. The one Aunt Marian refused to take care of."ARIA." His voice is rough. "What are you doing?"What am I doing?"I heard you and your wife fighting," I say, still face-down, still trembling. "I heard what she said. About your… your dick being too big."He exhales sharply. "You shouldn't have heard that.""She doesn't know what she's missing out." I say before I can stop myself. "She's never here. And you… you've been so good to me. You braided my hair when my own parents forgot my birthday. You taught me to drive.

Daddy’s Bestfriend (3)

My tongue touched the tip first. Just a tentative little flick, tasting the salt-bitter bead of precum there. His whole body jerked. His grip on my hair tightened.Fuck.He was huge. Thicker than I'd imagined during all those nights grinding against my pillow, longer than anything my fingers had ever tried to approximate. If the cap filled my mouth, this much could I even take more. "You don't have to…” he started, but I was already leaning forwardz"Aria," he breathed.I closed my lips around the head and sucked.A sound tore out of him, a strangled "Fuuuck" that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest. His hips bucked slightly, just an inch, but it was enough to push more of him into my mouth, and suddenly I was gagging, my throat constricting around the intrusion, eyes watering instantly.I pulled back, coughing, a string of spit connecting my bottom lip to his cock."Easy," he murmured, and his voice had changed, it was needy. His thumb brushed my cheek. "Relax your throa

Daddy’s Bestfriend (4)

Uncle Samson pushed me down gently, sat up straight, his back ramrod against the couch cushions, and my pussy was still gasping—little aftershock pulses fluttering through my slick folds even though the orgasm had faded to a dull, glowing throb."Marian—" His voice came out rough, scraped raw. "W—what are you doing down here?" his voice cracked. "I mean…""Watching pornography so late at night," she cut in, her tone curling with disgust. "That's disgusting—that's low, Samson. Aria could still be awake in her room."She thought the sounds she'd heard were from porno. She didn't realize it was me, muffled against her husband's mouth, my cunt gushing all over his chin while he tongue-fucked me through the hardest orgasm of my life.I suddenly felt hotter. So impossibly hot down my inner thighs where my slick was still dripping, mixing with his spit, cooling against my flushed skin.She was close, so close. Aunt Marian stood at the foot of the staircase, from her angle, the couch faced aw

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