Filthy Rich Stepdad Novels & Stories

“Kyren. Our new dad.” He spat out and something steamed out of me. I would never call another man dad. Never. Especially not a narcissistic wealthy man. “Step father. He is our step father and not our dad.” I cleared the air and Bilky stared at me, reading my face so he would not say the wrong thing. “You still do not trust him?” He asked me, raising an eyebrow at me. “I would never trust him. I would never be deceived his wealth or all the charade that he is putting on “

' I was completely stunned as I instinctively covered my stomach, which was still flat. Was I… Hallucinating? 'That coma is just an act. My dad is the richest man in the country! He's clearing out the traitors inside the company, and he isn't even in the hospital. This fortune is literally being given to us for free! We have to take it!' The richest man in the country? Hugh Fletcher? Wasn't his brother named Hugh Gibson? 'My dad took his mother's last name. His birth mom died when he was five, and he was sent to live with his uncle's family. He only came back after he became an adult. That whole rotten family has been eyeing my dad's fortune ever since.'

I was beyond saving. Three years of pretending to be Daddy’s innocent, spoiled little stepdaughter had finally collapsed. Mom had been married to him for exactly three years — three years of watching him shower us with money, protection, and dark power we were never supposed to question. He made me his next of kin. He gave me everything. And all that time, his real fortune came from the underground studio beneath our mansion — filming the most raw, disgusting, depraved sex and selling it to the world’s most powerful perverts.

A flood of messages began to cascade down the screen, one right after the other, the notification pings sounding like a rapid succession of gunfire. Janet: Emma oh my god answer me Janet: Please tell me this is a joke Janet: Is what I'm seeing true???Janet: Emma answer your fucking phone!!! Janet: Emma are you really fucking your stepdad? I thought it was just Reign. How the fuck did you get involved with his father? Janet: can I get a chance to fuck him too? Remember I always talked about how much I wanted to fuck him cuz he’s our DILF My fingers trembled as I snatched the device back up. A cold spike of dread drove straight into my stomach.

As for myself, I literally couldn't stop the titillating memories of my daddy fucking me from flooding my mind, practically twenty-four/seven. Once we returned home, our lives had returned to "normal". It was like our trip had never happened. You probably didn't realize that we came from a life where nothing out of the ordinary ever really transpired. My dad was married to a woman who I called "mom", even though she was my step-mother. I also had a brother who still lived at home, despite being in his mid-twenties.

“You’re already mine, you filthy little slut. This tight cunt has been begging for Daddy’s cock for weeks. Listen to how wet you are, creaming all over your stepdad’s dick while your mom is on a plane thinking everything is normal.” My pussy fluttered wildly around him at his words, more slick gushing out as I got closer and closer. I reached between us and rubbed my swollen clit fast, my fingers getting slippery from the mess we were making. “I’m your cumslut stepdaughter, Daddy. I loved showing you my spread open pussy on camera and now I love feeling you destroy it in real life. Cum inside me, breed me deep, I want to feel your load shooting straight into my womb while I cum all over your

Dad stood upright, but his hair seemed to have gone gray almost instantaneously overnight, and it looked particularly striking under the reporters' camera flashes. A business tycoon approached Dad, holding an expensive stalk of white chrysanthemum. His face was plastered with an unsettling look of admiration and flattery. "My condolences to you, Greg," he said, patting Dad on the shoulder. His tone was surprisingly tinged with admiration. "But honestly speaking, I really admire you very much. "Your philosophy about frugal upbringing shows incredible vision! Even though it ended in tragedy this time, rich kids nowadays are too spoiled anyway. It's only through this kind of life-threatening or

My lips brush the outline, feeling it twitch and harden. “I’ll do whatever you want, Daddy. Just don’t tell her. Please…” He stares down at me for a long, heavy moment. Then something in him finally snaps. His hand fists my hair roughly, yanking my head back. The gentle stepdad voice is completely gone. “You’re not my good girl anymore,” he growls, voice low and dangerous. “You’re my filthy little stripper stepdaughter who sucked her own daddy’s cock in a club like a desperate cumslut. And now you’re going to pay for my silence… every single fucking day.”

He said smugly. “Chris didn’t take anything from you Dad. You gave them to him as part of your deal, which including giving me to him too.” I told him, annoyed that I was being treated like an item. “He demanded them. I gave in because I was desperate. The sonofabitch took advantage of my problems.” “So what now? What is your big plan?” “Getting our hands on the Richards fortune. That is the plan.” “How?” I asked alarmed. “First step, get this marriage over with then we will talk.”

“Why don’t I remember your father being rich?” “Because the man that raised me was my stepfather and he wasn’t rich. My father didn’t enter my life until my early teens and by then I harbored a lot of anger toward him. We’re strangers. My mom didn’t leave him. He abandoned her for a woman who desired wealthy married men. Once my dad was single, he lost his attraction to her, and she left him. By then, he regretted leaving my mom, but she’d met my stepdad and married him.” “I would never have known he was your stepdad. You look a lot like him. So, on your father’s side are the rich. But your mom married for love. Was her marriage good?”