Erotic Stepdaughter Stories Novels & Stories

Katie was always the prettiest of Ela’s friends, and I thought often of how tight she would feel if I spread her flexible legs apart and stuck her ankles behind her head, and then fucked her until we were both seeing stars. Having a gorgeous stepdaughter can be tricky, especially when she’s comfortable wearing next to nothing around you and is naturally a bit of a tease. Ela had me wrapped around her finger and she knew it, as I found it near impossible telling her no. I’d forced those types of thoughts out of my head for so long, telling myself that it was wrong to lust after her.

I heard her in the hand, a little smile across my lips. “We should welcome her together,” I stated. “Thank you, Damien” We both tugged our arms at one another and walked to the door. “You are welcome to- my lips curled, the smile suddenly disappeared. Our eyes opened in shock as they met. My thoughts were confirmed. Kayla is my secretary, my new stepdaughter and the one who I shoved my cock deep inside her throat!

Her father bellowed, causing her to jump. “I think the vampires might be on their side too,” Stephanie said as fast as she could. “WHAT!!!!?” Multiple voices were heard in unison. “It’s kind of confusing but I’ll try my best to explain. Ok, so the dragon emperor has multiple children, obviously. Well, one of his daughters was sold to a rich family for a shit ton of money, but she escaped her castle and ran away. That’s when she met the lycan and found her mate. At some point, one of her older sisters came down to protect her. She’s supposed to be keeping to the shadows. The wolves don’t even know she’s there. Well, at least they didn’t until the other night.” Steph started to tell the story

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

I keep sucking until his orgasm ends, then pull off slowly, kiss the tip, and say, “Thank you, Daddy.” “God, little girl,” Daddy says, “You felt so good.” I giggle and say, “Thank you, Daddy.” He sits up, and his eyes seem more awake now. That felt good, but it wasn’t right, little girl,” he says, “You’re my stepdaughter.” “I’m an adult, Daddy,” I say, “And so are you. I seduced you, so if anyone did anything wrong it was me, not you.” “Why?” he asks. “I mean, why did you...”

He extended his slender arm, lifting her up. Suddenly, she found herself immersed in a embrace full of masculine charm, listening to the powerful and resolute heartbeat from Lorneauxs' chest, over and over again, as if enticing her. Unconsciously, a blush spread across Claire's cheeks. Clutching her small hands tightly, Claire closed her eyes in pain, making an effort to endure, so as not to lose control and grasp Lorneauxs' neck. He was her stepfather's son, her big brother; she couldn't cross that line.

I was close, so close, when the sound of the front door slamming echoed from downstairs. My heart stopped. *Silas.* "He's back," I whispered, panic surging through me. "Shut up and take it," Lucas hissed, his thrusts becoming more frantic, as if the risk of being caught was fueling his fire. "Just a few more—" The bedroom door creaked open. "Amaya? I forgot my briefcase—" Silas froze in the doorway. His eyes widened, his face turning a ghostly shade of white. He stared at the sight before him: his stepdaughter, pinned to the bed, her legs wrapped around his stepson, their bodies joined in a wet, messy rhythm.

“Marcus… she’s right inside.” “That’s what makes it hot, isn’t it?” He pressed the finger deeper, just the tip, stretching me teasingly. I had to lock my knees to stay upright. The forbidden thrill sent a fresh gush of wetness over his hand. “My girlfriend’s daughter dripping for her stepdaddy’s cock while she makes salad.” The word *stepdaddy* hit me like a spark. I whimpered softly, pushing back against his finger. He chuckled darkly and pulled away just as Mom stepped outside.

The truth tumbled out, stupid and raw, but I couldn't lie, not when stopping him would shatter me. I didn't care if I sounded desperate, whorish. This man, hot, commanding, every inch the forbidden fantasy knew exactly how to unravel a woman. He was my stepfather-in-law, and that only fueled the fire. "Aaah... daddy, don't stop!" I screamed as he positioned himself between my thighs, face inches from my slick heat. His breath ghosted over me, teasing, before his mouth descended, tongue delving in, eating me out with feral hunger. My back arched off the bed, fingers clawing the sheets, lost in the storm he unleashed.

Like he’s been caught in the web that is Cheryln Reed. I hadn’t noticed the time; I was lost in the story she was telling with her body. Each time she kissed that man, even though it was for a second, I felt like choking him out. I mean well. Trust me, I want nothing from her. Ignore the hunger and rage feeling my beast. Just because he decided to be a pervert doesn’t mean I have to give in to his unwarranted desires for my stepdaughter. She’s fucking twenty-two. Her father is only three years older than me. Maybe two.