Stepfather Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I threw my weight on the bed and had my eyes shut to reincarnate the scenes in my head. Finally, I knew that I had totally lost it towards that man, my soon to be stepfather, and I didn’t know how I would be able to face him straight in the face. His sudden mood change scared me to the core. Was he always that way? Once second he was needy and the next he was asking me out of the room with lacing threat. With the racing thoughts of Diego clouding my rationality of thinking, my hands subconsciously reached to part my legs open and my fingers found its way into my pussy.

"But I have no problem with that because I get the freedom I want. I get all the things I need. My new stepdad treats me like his own. So it's all good. What about yours? How is your new dad like?" How do I tell her that my stepfather is none other than our professor which everyone knows in the school. How do I tell her that the same man wants to have sex with me or should I say had sex with me. "He's okay. I'm getting to know him. He's a nice man." I answered forming my lips into thin line. Leah nodded her head. Just then her cellphone rang. She picked it up and a frown graced over her face. Then again, she rolled her eyes. "Okay, I will talk to you later. If you dare come up with excuses I

From his silver-coloured eyes, I can see different emotions, from shock to lust. My mother, Naomi, looks at us confused, knowing that it's my first time between me and my proposed stepfather, or I'll say be obsessed CEO. "She's my secretary of the company I am managing currently", Lucas broke the unsettling silence between the trio. "That explains it. I'll call it a lucky coincidence between a boss and his employee getting new titles today." My mother exclaimed gracefully as she was completely ignorant of the behind the scenes between us. Come to think of it, how can someone whom I lustfully looked at and had an affair happen to be my stepfather? Is this fate trying to punish me for my high

I took my phone and opened it, and I went to G****e Chrome to watch porn videos but after a few seconds, I remembered that I had a sneaky telegram link for porn. I decided to go there and watch porn. I took off my headset for a second and heard Mom's scream in the house. They were still having sex. I thought they were going to stop or Mr Aiden goes home from embarrassment but the reverse is the case. I tried to close my eyes to fall asleep after I finished watching and got tired, concluding with the statement "There is nothing really in this life " A few minutes later, my eyes shut out of the world while my spirit transcends to another called my dream world. In that dream, I see my stepdad t

I growled, grabbing his wrist and forcing his fingers faster. "Fuck the age, fuck the rules, make me yours!" Videos I watched on G****e about step daughter and step dad were all fiction until now. In my front, it's happening.

"Fuck! I never knew it would feel this good." Ah... I wish these were Luke's fingers instead. The sudden admission made me feel a subtle sense of shame and nausea. This was my stepfather i was fantasizing about. I always had a resistance to sex with men because of what happened to my mother. I'm in love with Luke but it will never be reciprocated. He won't have sex with me so this works out for me. I continue to pleasure myself and imagine Luke was in my bed. His hand is now the hand that's pleasuring me.

“Damien wouldn’t do that!” “You call your stepfather by his name. Interesting.” He was doing it again, giving her those looks that suggested he knew far more than she did. She felt as if she were stark naked in front of him, to be observed and studied. “Now that I think about it, your relationship seems a whole lot better than I was made to believe. Aaron wouldn’t shut up about how shitty your relationship with the bloodsucker is—a pity story, if you ask me.”

My hips writhed in time with his pumps, my clit sensitive from my recent orgasm and my pussy experiencing something I hadn’t felt since I lost my virginity all those years ago. Meanwhile, Patrick was obviously living out a fantasy his A-cup wife was unable to provide. He stared with a nearly animal lust as the engorged head of his cock repeatedly poked out from my tight cleavage. It was almost as if it was winking at me and each time it appeared it was pointing directly at my chin and face as if it was ready to deliver a thick creamy present. I stared up at my Father-in-Law as the first Step-Father I ever had rhythmically fucked my slit while my other Step-Fathers breathed heavily, recoverin

I was too maxed out to respond. I stared at him ravenously, my pussy breathing, satisfaction rippling through my sweat-damp skin as I watched him slip away. In that moment, I had to admit my stepfather was a sex god, and I was devoted to being his sex slave for as long as we could keep this up.

The mourners’ voices hum outside—guests right there, clueless—and it makes me wetter, the taboo of my stepfather fucking me while they wait. “Ride me, you filthy girl,” he says, lying back, his suit a wreck, cock glistening with my cum. I straddle him, cowgirl, sinking onto him, his cock filling me so deep I gasp, my hands on his scarred chest, nails digging in. I rock, hard and fast, my clit grinding against his base, and he spanks my ass again, the crack echoing, my skin stinging. “Look at you, Tess,” he growls, eyes blazing. “So fucking beautiful, taking my cock.” His words burn away Diane’s “worthless,” and I’m coming, my third, my pussy squeezing him, milking him, my screams tearing my