Fat Ass Stepsister Novels & Stories

“Strip. Slowly. Show your CEO exactly what she owns now.” With trembling fingers, Lila removed her suit jacket, then unbuttoned her blouse. Her modest C-cup breasts spilled free, nipples already stiff and aching. She pushed the pants down her hips, letting them pool at her ankles. Her massive futa cock sprang up hard and heavy, slapping against her toned stomach with a wet sound. Thick veins pulsed along the shaft, the fat purple head glistening with a steady flow of precum that dripped onto the floor.

Yes, I’m selfish, and I’m going to hell for this— Oh, wait, I’ve already been there, so chalk this up to another of my unpardonable sins. I lower the peg. She gasps, then cries out, for I’ve fastened it around one of her pussy lips. "It stings," she cries out. "Does it hurt?" She bites on her inner lip, then slowly shakes her head. "Good girl." My stepsister is a cum slut for me. Her throat moves as she swallows, and red creeps up her chest. I lock the second peg around her other pussy lip, and she moans. I sit back on my haunches and take in her features. "How does it feel?"

She took it off the rack and headed to the fitting room. When she finished changing, she looked at herself in the mirror with clear admiration. It was a short black nightgown, falling slightly below the curve of her hips. The upper part was designed like a supportive bra with thin straps, while a sheer layer flowed beneath the bust, revealing black lace underneath. On both sides, there were two long cut-outs extending from the waist down. She looked dangerously sexy.

She was young, probably in her early twenties, with kind eyes and a gentle demeanor. She kept offering me various pastries I'd never tried before, each one more delicate and beautifully crafted than the last. I smiled slightly, touched by her thoughtfulness. "You really are taking excellent care of me." "But if I keep eating, I'm afraid I won't fit into my Luna gown before we even reach your pack." The Omega held the pastries with an envious expression, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Future Luna, let me tell you secretly." She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

I watched as her creamy ass rippled with every step she took. As we began to ascend the stairs I was given clear views of my new stepmom's naked pussy smacking thick globs of my white cum between her lower pink lips like creamy white taffy as her thick ivory legs sliced back and forth to lead us upstairs. Karen's birth canal looked messy with my cum clinging to her hairy slit looking smeared white by my fresh breeding juices. As my stepmom ascended ahead of me her slicing legs caused globs of my sticky white seed to tangle in the thick golden fur surrounding her pussy.

It was a deep burgundy, with a cowl neck that draped softly over my heavy breasts and a skirt that clung desperately to my thick thighs and the soft curve of my hips. I wasn’t trying to be provocative, but I knew exactly how the fabric looked against my plus-size frame. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I just needed a glass of ice water before I had to face Arthur at dinner. I slipped out of my room and started wandering the second-floor hallway, looking for the grand staircase. The mansion was a maze of identical cream-colored walls and abstract art. I turned a corner, my eyes scanning the paintings, and practically slammed into a solid wall of muscle.

The massive screen behind the main stage suddenly went black. The noisy crowd fell silent. Every werewolf in the hall lifted their gazes toward the platform. Drew snarled at me. "Freya, what are you playing at now?" I ignored him. The screen lit up again. A dimly lit healer's den appeared. Lisa stood in the center of the room. A werewolf was kneeling at her feet. Pinned to his chest was the insignia of the Beta of Black Wood Pack.

Chase thought sternly. It was only then that Tyga relaxed but the sudden erection Chase was having remained. Luckily, he had put on free pants. " Chase, meet your stepsister" Sylvia's voice drew Chase back to reality. Stepsister! She was his mate! " Hi! I'm Anastasia, but I'd choose Ana anytime anyday" she said with a very broad smile. Her voice was angelic, not high pitched like a mother, more of a soft seduction whisper. And her smile… Chase's heart was thumping in his chest.

She chambered a round and pressed herself against the wall. The front door exploded inward with a thunderous crash. They were inside. Aria backed away, heart slamming against her ribs. Think, Aria. Think. Luciano’s words echoed in her mind. *You’re small. You’re fast. You don’t fight fair. Use it.* She moved toward the back staircase, bare feet silent on the marble floor. Voices floated through the mansion. "Find her!" "Luciano’s little whore!" "Bring her to Dario alive!"

But he regrets it now. He should not think about his step-sister the way he is thinking. It's bad on so many levels. But she is a temptation, he is not immune to resist. Her long creamy legs are in full display. Her butt is tempting him to touch it when she is moving around the kitchen. 'Her body is made to tempt him. She is irresistible ' he thought darkly. That alone irritated him. She seems to be fine. She is not as tempted by him as he is by her.