Big Black Stepdad Novels & Stories

Placing several strands of his short black hair on the resume, he said; "Uncle, here's my hair containing my DNA. If you have the time can you have it testead? Who knows we could really be father and son!!!! I've got to go back, otherwise, mommy would be worried sick once she finds me messing. " Where do you stay?"' I'll got someone to send you back!!!"" "There, the building opposite this is my mommy's workplace. It quite close, so there's no need."" He glanced at her mommy's resume and said, " Uncle think about it again. My mommy is really beautiful and capable! If you don't marry her, you'll come to regret it!!!""

“It is my business. He is suddenly showing up everywhere around you. He can’t stay away from the house. What exactly does he want?” Emily laughed. “Oh, you’re nosy now? He’s your stepfather, and that’s all you need to know.” “Stepfather?” I stepped forward, my fists tight. “He popped out from the blue. You barely know him, and he throws money everywhere. What kind of ‘stepfather’ is that?” "Shut the fuck up!" She slammed her glass down. “You don’t get to ask about my life! I raised you, fed you, and kept you alive. You owe me! Concentrate on that!”

“You did not just ask me that. What do you mean what was it like? Have you forgotten?” Megan shrugged. “Forgotten what?” “He's my fucking step-father, Megan! Jesus!” Megan's eyes widened. I think she was starting to get the message. “Holy crap. I had…oh my God. It didn't cross my mind. I'm sorry girl.” I waved my hands in frustration. “Of course it didn't cross your mind. You're a natural pervert.” Megan was laughing. “But there could be—” I shook my head vigorously. “There will be nothing, Megan. Do you know how serious this is? My ex turned out to be my step-father and I caught him begging for me while he shook himself to ecstasy. I can't get it out of my head.”

he said. I did. “I need your mouth on me,” he said. Voice low. Desperate. “I need to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Need to come down your throat. Please, baby girl. Please.” I stared at him. My stepdad. Begging me to suck his cock in the back seat of his car. I licked my lips. “Are you blackmailing me?” I asked quietly. He groaned. Head falling back against the seat for a second.

There’s absolutely no thought in my head other than the fact that my stepdad’s cock is inside me and that it’s freaking huge. He’s stretching me so badly, I want to cry. I didn’t see him but when I felt it slap against my back, I knew it had to be enormous and proof of that is my poor, aching pussy struggling to contain him. I want to get off him but I can’t even move without giving us away. “We’re great,” Parker says. I don’t know how he manages to talk. I know I can’t. Mom nods. She has no reason to be suspicious, of course. How would she be?

"Please don't—" "Don't what? Tell your mother? Ground you?" He loomed closer, his presence overwhelming. Stepdad was a big man, tall and built from years of coaching the local team, with a no-nonsense attitude that kept all us kids in line. But now, there was something else in his gaze—dark, hungry—as he watched Jake's cock twitch inside me. "You've been a bad girl, Nora," he said, his tone shifting, lower now. "Sneaking around with your brother like this. You need to learn a lesson."

He really knew the effect he had on me. "Call me Step Daddy." My stomach twisted. Forbidden word and wrong. But could I complain when Damon looked extraordinary handsome than the devil's son himself? No! I couldn't. I didn’tcare if he was the devil himslef because I would follow himto hell if I had to. "Say it." His words made me open my mouth slowly, before closing it. "Step Daddy." "Louder." "Step Daddy!" He smirked. Dark. Cruel. His hand trailed down my side. Fingers dug in. I gasped.

“The paternity test confirmed I was his son but the treatment never changed. “ “Even with the results confirming him as a Witts, the elders of the family still looked down on him and his cousins bullied him.” “It doesn't matter, I don't need them.” “After all, I made an entire business empire without their help or network of assets.” “That you did, my friend. But you'll probably have to stop thinking too much about Ashley.” “What about Ashley?” “You're emotionally attached to her. Everyone notices you care too much for your stepdaughter.” “You're not catching feelings for her, are you?” “I don't know what you mean. I think you're all misinterpreting my actions, I'm only trying to be a respon

He pushed a big tip into my thong — more money than I usually made in two full nights. “Thank you, daddy,” I whispered sweetly, flashing him my best fake smile. When my set finally ended, I slipped into the backroom for a quick break. I grabbed a bottle of water and drank like I had been running a marathon. My body was tired, my mind even more exhausted. That was when my phone started buzzing nonstop on the counter. It was my stepdad. I answered with a sigh. “What is it?” “I’m going to fucking kill myself if you don’t get here right now!” he screamed. His voice was slurred and wild. “I swear to God, Hazel, I’m done!”

“Yes—use me—fuck me like you hate me for almost leaving you.” He pounds into me brutally, hips slamming against my ass, the desk shaking under us. “I don’t hate you,” he growls, one hand fisting my hair, the other slapping my ass hard. “I fucking own you. This pussy is mine. This mouth is mine. Everything is mine.” “Yours—yours—yours!” I chant, pushing back to meet every savage thrust. “Harder, Roman. Break me. Make me scream so loud the whole building knows I’m getting fucked by my stepfather.”