Step On Me Daddy Novels & Stories

He lifted me off his lap and stood, towering over me as I knelt on the floor, my ass glowing red, pussy dripping and eyes glassy with need. “Go to the bedroom now because tonight I’m going to teach you what real submission feels like and by the time I’m done, you’ll be begging your stepdad to ruin that bratty little cunt every single night.” I looked up at him, my chest heaving and my body on fire, before whispering, “Yes, Daddy.”

His thumb finds my clit, slick with his brother’s cum, and rubs in fast, hard circles while he pounds me. “I’m, oh god, don’t stop, PLEASE, I’m so close, Daddy— Daddy, DADDY—” “Cum.” Craig slams deep. Grinds. His thumb presses hard on my clit. “Cum on your stepdad’s cock and thank me for teaching you.” “THANK YOU, THANK YOU DADDY, OH FUCK, I’M, AHHHHH—”

“You are my stepdaughter. Calling me Daddy I that offensive voice is wrong. Very wrong” “But you are my Daddy now” I said and stepped closer. I didn't know where the courage came from. But I kept talking “Mummy is gone. It is just you and me and Junior who is sleeping. I have wanted you for years. I touch my pussy every night thinking about you. I know you also want me daddy. I have noticed the way you look at me” His breathing got heavy. He stood up and walked closer to… so close that I could smell him – sweat from the day, beer, and that strong man smell that made my knees weak. His fingers were big and rough as his hand touched my waist

"Call me Daddy while I ruin this cunt." I gasped sharply, tears stinging my eyes from the rough pull on my scalp. "M-Mark… please—" He yanked harder, making me cry out. "Wrong answer, you worthless little whore. Say it. ‘Please Daddy, wreck your slutty stepdaughter.’ Say it now." My voice cracked as the overwhelming sensations pushed me closer to the edge. "P-Please… Daddy… wreck your slutty stepdaughter," I whimpered shamefully, the words burning on my tongue.

Frank is here. My stepdad is here and we’re both…. Naked. No way, did my fantasy come true or is this just an imagination? It can’t be because I feel real pain when Frank slaps me. It’s real. My stepfather really fucked me. “Step…. Daddy?” I mutter in disbelief as I press my palm against his chest, my heart pounding so fast and hard I think it was about to fly out of my chest. “In here, I’m just daddy,” Frank replies. “And you…. You have the sweetest little cunt.”

“We both hated it, but we did it anyway. So why bring it up now? Now, he's trembling like a baby. I’m angry and confused at the same time. I don’t know when my palms cup his face, or the tears glistening in my eyes. But the next thing, I’m kissing his face, beard, lips, everywhere. My hand finds his hard dick. I squueze and plead: “Fuck me if you it makes you feel better.” His breath catches. “What?” “I want it rough, hard, and raw,” I feel precum leaking through our shafts. My mind is hurting. This isn’t right. But if it makes him stay? Then it’s worth it. “I want my Step-daddy.”

I whimpered, my head rolling back. "That's it," he grunted, his one hand moving from my a*ss to take a hold of my hair. "Be a good girl for me. You’ve been begging for this since the moment I first put that belt on your skin. You want me to ruin you, don't you?" I was delirious, nodding frantically as I arched into the right angle. "Yes... punish me, Daddy... I’m sorry, just don't stop... ah..."

He was in a hotel room, still in a bu⁠tton-down shirt, l⁠ookin⁠g amused and aro‍used. “Show me‌,” he‍ ordered‍ immediately. ‌Emma f⁠lipp⁠ed the camera and moaned lo⁠uder⁠, r⁠iding the couc⁠h arm fast‌er. Her heavy belly jiggled obscenely with every thrust of her hips⁠. “I’m going cr‌azy, Daddy.‍ It’s only been two days and I’m already broken. I nee⁠d your cum. I need you to breed me again.”

He owns me, tells me what to do, and I just do it. “Fuck it! Come the fuck here,” he commands eventually, downing his full shot and throwing the glass on his desk. I sway toward him, a little faster than I would have if he were Theo James. What in the actual fuck am I doing? Seducing my step-dad? When my thigh brushes his knee, I stop. His body feels hard and hot and I want nothing more than to climb over my daddy and do filthy things to him, because he is not my daddy.

“After that, I expect you back here. Plugged. Ready.” “Yes, Daddy,” I replied softly. He stepped behind me, one hand sliding down to press against the thick plug he had inserted earlier. “Good boy. Don’t forget who you belong to while you’re out there pretending to be a photographer.” The words stung, but they also sent a familiar throb through my caged cock. The meeting was a disaster.