Step Daddy Erotica Novels & Stories

He cajoled in a way I couldn’t resist. “Yes, Daddy,” I confessed breathlessly, pushing back against his hand, desperate for more. “It makes me so wet, I need you inside me.” The vulnerability hit me hard, my heart pounding with the intensity of his control, the way he knew exactly how to push me to the edge. With Stephan, it was like I was a different person. “Good girl,” he murmured, approval warming his tone as he plunged two thick fingers deep into my soaked pussy without warning. Oh fuck!

“Take Daddy’s thick cock like the greedy little slut you were born to be.” *Fuck.* Heat flooded my pussy instantly. I loved this taboo shit so much—the forbidden power, the way the older man took what society said he couldn’t have. My hand slipped under the waistband of my panties, finding my clit already swollen and slick. I circled it slowly at first, matching the steady thrust of the stepdad on screen. The stepson moaned loudly, pushing back to take every inch. “Yes, Daddy… please… fuck me harder. I need it.”

He then lies on top me, applying his body weight for control while thrusting rougher than ever. "You love it when I stretch you open, don’t you?" "F-fuck… it’s so deep! I can’t—ahh!" " "Take it. Every inch. Be a good little slut for me." "It’s too much… but don’t stop!" "Look at you, begging for more. You’re addicted to it already, aren’t you?" “Yes, yes… Daddy… just like that…” “Ahh… Daddy… don’t stop…” “Mmm… more, Daddy… more…”

“Say it, Evangeline. Tell me whose they are.” “They are yours, Daddy. All yours. Touch me more. I need it so bad.” His fingers dipped into my shorts and found me soaked. He rubbed my clit in slow circles while kissing my neck. “Mmhm… Daddy please. Your fingers feel so good.” “You are dripping for your stepdad already. Such a naughty little girl.” He pushed two thick fingers inside my pussy and pumped them deep. The wet sounds filled the kitchen. I gripped his shoulders tight. “Mhhh… yes. Finger your princess. Deeper, Daddy.” He curled his fingers and hit that spot that made my toes curl. I moaned louder. “Ahhh… Daddy please. I am going to cum.”

I didn't actually have any sort of Daddy fantasy per se, but it was the admission of my desire to play a role for him. I wanted to be that kind of slut for him in this moment. The dirtier he made me feel, the more determined I was to fulfill that casting. I was so fucking dedicated to him in that moment as our skin steamed together under the hot water while he pounded me. He held my hips and fucked me from behind in that shower like a really good fucking Gonzo porno. It wasn't too fast or frenzied, but it was exactly the type of erotica that Maddy and I usually orgasmed to when browsing for a really great scene to watch.

Having my little creampie warming and lubricating me up. “I’m going to fuck you all through this fucking business trip doll because you ask for it.” “Fuck me daddy…your cock…oh…” His dick he slipped inside of me, bringing back the arouse feeling which was shutting down my brain. I pushed my hips up wanting to feel him completely and to meet his movement which racked with urgency. “Suck on my tits….daddy… your dolls tits.” I pushed my breast to his face and he complied to my wish, sucking the fuck out of my breast. Lipping on my hard core nipples. He couldn't get enough as apparently it wasn’t hitting the right spot

I almost swiped my tongue over my screen because I'm such a fucking whore for a man. “Baby…” He moaned as he stroked further, my eyes locked on my screen for dear life as my fingers hovered around my aching, swollen clit. “Yes Daddy?” I batted my lashes at him. No matter how many times we fuck, I could never get tired. “Say my name. Moan my name.” “Daneee….” I moaned, because I really wanted to, because I touched my clit and a sensation hit me, as though he was the one touching it.

The obvious ridges of it under my touch gives me an information I didn't realize I needed. My step daddy goes commando. “Daddy…” I whisper and he takes my hands off his cock to pin them behind me and press his crotch to mine. “Ahhh” I moan just from the bulge. “Please…please…” I whisper, begging to have what should have been mine instead of mom's. “You're one nasty girl, Stacey” he says with a deep voice as he rubs his clothed bulge against my clothes pussy. “Give it to me…please…” I beg and he lets go of my hands to free his cock for me.

My mouth went dry while my cunt stayed wet. My nipples had tightened to aching points. My pussy fluttered and clenched, pushing out more slick until I could feel it coating my inner thighs. I was so wet it was obscene. “Professor…” “We’re not in a lecture hall.” His voice dropped. “Call me Dade.” I looked at him...at those dark eyes, at the restrained power in every line of his body...and felt my pussy throb so hard again, it was almost painful. He turned the document toward me and tapped the page.

“But don’t you dare come. Not yet.” I wrapped a hand around my shaft, the touch a welcome relief. I stroked myself in time with the thrusts of the dildo, my mind a haze of pleasure and submission. I was on my knees in my stepfather’s kitchen, naked and collared, while he fucked my face with a replica of his own cock and told me to touch myself. It was so depraved, so wrong, and it was the most erotic moment of my life. “Look at me,” he ordered.