Step On Me Daddy Novels & Stories

“Come for me again. Squeeze my cock like the greedy slut you are. Show Daddy how much you love being fucked stupid on the stairs.” The words tip me—orgasm crashing hard, pussy milking him tight, vision blurring as I scream “Daddy—fuck—yours—” Body convulsing, juices dripping down my thighs. He doesn’t stop. Flips me around, sits on the step, pulls me onto his lap. “Ride me. Now. Show me you’re mine.”

Daddy smiles, “You like that, huh?” “Is he your daddy?” Blondy asks pointedly at me. I open my mouth, but Daddy cuts me off. “What's it matter to you?” “I just thought it was hot, is all.” My stepfather makes no effort to correct them, oddly playing to their fantasies by calling me the one thing that would goad their imaginations. “My daughter's a vocal girl.” “Fuck, yeah,” Blondy chimes in, “that moaning was fucking amazing.” I blush, embarrassment welling in me as they all talk about me as if I'm not sitting right here.

"Oh daddy! Fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck your little stepdaughter's littke pussy. Arhhhh! Yesss!" Her throat dried and her eyes went wide in shock. Her step daddy was watching a sex video. It wasn't just a random video, but a sex video of father and stepdaugther. Sandra's curiosity got the better of her when she crept a little bit closer to the door. Her step Daddy's attention was glued intently at the computer screen and she saw his hand moving, making a back and forth motion under his desk. Sandra did not need any prophet to tell her that her step daddy was stroking himself. With the manner he was stroking his dick, she could tell that he was about to cum.

So much that it pushes out around his cock in creamy waves, running down my thighs in rivers. He stays buried deep, grinding, pushing every drop into me while whispering filthy praise. “That’s it. Take all of Daddy’s cum. Maybe I’ll knock up my own stepdaughter and make you explain it to your mother.” I’m still trembling, pussy fluttering around him, when we hear Mom’s footsteps coming back up the stairs. “Sweetheart? Are you coming? I’m starting to worry.” My stepdad smirks, still balls-deep inside my overflowing cunt. He leans down and bites my neck hard enough to leave a mark.

he said, voice rough. “Daddy… you are here. Please come closer. I need you,” I begged, rubbing faster. My tits bounced as I fingered myself. “Watch me cum for you.” He pulled his cock out. It was thick and heavy. He stroked it slow while staring at my pussy. “You are so wet for your stepdad. Say it again. Beg properly.” “Daddy please. I want your cock so bad. Ahhh… I have been thinking about it all day.” My words came out breathy. I spread my legs wider. He stepped inside but stayed by the door, pumping his fist faster.

I gripped his shoulder blade, holding on for my dare life. “Take it. Take it.” he groaned at me. “Yes, daddy,” I barked the response at him, my mind too occupied with the sex. The second I broke free, I squatted until my pussy wall was strategically positioned at the tip of his cock. Instead of sitting on it, I swirled around the cock, jerking my cunt against it. “Yes! That's it.” my stepfather grunted. “Give me all that juice.”

They stood like stone idols, their bodies powerful and intimidating, waiting for the order to begin the rotation. Daddy stepped forward first. He moved between my locked knees, his shadow looming over my body like a shroud. He didn't use his hands to touch me. He didn't offer a single stroke of comfort or a moment of preparation. He simply stood there, looking down at me with absolute authority, his gaze stripping away the last of my dignity before he even touched me.

She’s not my daughter! But you just called her your stepdaughter out there, a quiet, mocking voice whispers in the back of my head. Fuck. I said it with my own mouth. Stepfather. And that word… step-daddy. Shit. My hand moves down my stomach before my brain can stop it. My fingers wrap around the thick, heavy shaft of my cock. The skin is so hot it can brew a tea. Just once more, my body begs. Just one last time. My eyes roll back into my head. I close them tight against the cold spray of water. My hand starts to move, sliding up and down in a slow, agonizing rhythm, chasing the image of my fingers parting her wet folds.

This woman had to be crazy. Brenda got angry again and ordered the bodyguards to press me onto the ground. The tips of her heels kept kicking at me. "Who are you calling your father, you little vixen?! This must be one of your tricks to get him into bed!" She unlocked her cell while speaking. My playful voice was heard saying, "Come on, Daddy. I just wanted to surprise you!" My father laughed adoringly. "Alright, alright. I'll listen to everything my baby says."

Trent says going down on one knee, I wish someone would kick his bum, he's a meanie. "Ahh Calesti, let her down," he order Mr. Demon daddy, but I whined and tried to keep my hold on him. "Didn't we agree on you behaving?" He reminds me, but we also agreed on him not letting me go. I stood up on my feet, my hands still attached to his shirt, my back against him, I was avoiding the king of hell's eyes, what if he orders Mr. Demon daddy to spank me again! What if I did something wrong, I was better standing back and holding to him.