Stepdaddy Novels & Stories

Ready for us. They strip me bare, shirts and shorts tossed aside, my body laid out like an offering. My step daddy's cock springs free first—thick, veined, the head already leaking as he strokes it. His friend follows, longer, curving up with a wicked bend that promises to hit deep. I lick my lips, reaching for them, but they pin my wrists above my head with one of their hands—step daddy's, strong and unyielding. 'Not yet,' he says. 'We take turns first.'

With my father gone for golf with his buddies, I had at least an hour, and I didn't want to waste it, so sitting in his chair, which still smelled of him, I went into his computer files to search for the videos that brought heaven to my eyes, and bingo, he was just in the middle of editing one. “Oh yes.” I said and then stood up and pulled my shorts down. I didn't have any panties on, so we were good. Quickly I pulled my top up so my little tits were free, then I parted my legs and played the video, and what a bonus! The video was about a stepdaddy and stepdaughter, just my fantasy and what I've been craving lately. “Ah yes, Daddy." The girl in the video cried

My stepdad is one sexy man and so is his son. They both are quite into fitness so they work out a lot. Both of them are built like male models, with sweet muscular arms, sexy-toned abs, and the nicest asses I have ever seen on dudes. Well, it didn’t take me long to get the idea of fucking them in my head. Before I knew it I was using them for my masturbation material. I would lay there and diddle myself as I fantasized about being in the middle of a stepdaddy and stepbrother sandwich! Then one evening destiny allowed my stepbrother Steve to see me at my best--sprawled out naked on my bed, a tit in one hand and my favorite vibrator in the other.

she explained and I swallowed hard at the mention of his name again and although I told myself I didn't wanna think of this morning anymore, I couldn't stop my travelling thoughts from going wherever it is they wanted and they swinged back and forth from this morning, to the night he told me of his mother's return and over to that morning at the office he said something about my coat that led to our step father conversation. This means, My Father is the Step Dad Adrian spoke of?? Adrian is my Step Brother???

Stephanie scoffed softly and replied, “No, daddy. I was just asking for more money. I have to look my best. Greenwillow ambassadors would be there. I was thinking of making them notice me and, you know, connections for our business.” “Ah, that’s excellent! You really are my daughter. You make me proud, Stephanie, okay, I’ll send you more money. Look your best tomorrow. For the Greenwillow ambassadors, high socialites, and Alexander too, so no one would have anything bad to say to us anymore.” Her father then ended the call as if Stephanie was just some business partner or pawn. An asset.

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.

he commanded, turning me over and gripping my neck. "I love it." I whispered, licking off his finger. He played with my clit, before inserting his cock again. My pussy gripped his hard cock, making him groan. He fucked me, thrusted in like there was some lost gold in my pussy. My StepDad is so good. He is just too good. He is just too hot and knows how to use his asset. He kept fucking me real hard as the orgasm urge began building. I held him tight, whispering nonsense to his ears.

“Go, Daddy!” I turned my head and saw two figures racing across the pool. I shook my head and walked over to Stephie. “Oh, you’re here, Mommy,” she said, her hair slightly damp. “What’s going on?” I asked, wrapping an arm around her. “Savvy wants a new PlayStation,” she explained. “Daddy said if he wins their race, he’ll buy him one.” And just like that, Stephie went back to cheering for Steffano. “Go, Savvy!” I shouted.

What kind of a reaction was that? I know he's only going to say that I shouldn't fall in love with Luke. It would be a shame to admit to him that I liked my father... "No, I don't." "Do you know you're a bad liar?" "I care about him because he's my stepfather." "Chill, why so defensive? I just want to know how much you like him." His inquisitiveness annoyed you. When i act like i don't want to respond to his questions, he looks away and is silent for a while.

"I already told you I'm not working alone." I folded my arms, glancing impassively around the warehouse's interrogation room. Various "persuasion" devices lined the walls, ready for use extracting answers from stubborn inmates. The stepfather was chained spread-eagle between two pillars, cuts and bruises marring his face from my men's heavy fists. Yet still he resisted revealing critical information. "And I grow tired of your games," I replied. "Who is this mysterious partner you are protecting? Another abuser of women and children?" The stepfather bared his teeth in a gruesome grin. "Worse. He's real power in this town - not some upstart gang lord like yourself. The Black Viper has eyes and