Stepfather Sex Stories Novels & Stories

It looked like something from a storybook. "Welcome home!" A deep voice called out. A tall man stepped off the porch, and Lily recognized him from the wedding photos. Alpha Kane, soon to be her stepfather, had graying black hair and kind eyes. He looked strong and important, the way alphas were supposed to look. Mom jumped out of the truck and ran into his arms. They kissed, and Lily looked away, her cheeks warming. Luna woke up and pressed her cold nose against Lily's neck. "I know," Lily whispered, scratching behind Luna's ears. "We'll be okay. We have to be."

Truly happy. And that realization made something inside me twist painfully. After my father died, she hadn’t been the same. She had shut down in her own way, just like I had. Quiet. Distant. Existing, but not really living. And now… this man had brought her back. The man I once imagined. And now… He was going to be my stepfather. “When is the wedding?” I asked, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Soon,” she replied easily. “Later this month. Not weeks away.”

Too his eyes my husband was nothing but prey. My stepfather-in-law Christopher D’Amelio With cold and unloving eyes and soothing voice, “You should be glowing my wife now,” said Ethan, the ‘lucky’ not so lucky groom of mine as he whispered sweet nothings to me, lightly squeezing my back. Was I everything I was told to be, to smile my true self smile. For family, friends and folks Ethan could not pretend for. To savor, dress, and feast on concealment, and tip toe round better my phasms worst harshly bewildered, clenching my body cross to the inaronet or your thumbs all contained in your stares. Tension tighten me like a rope.

I moved forward, almost without conscious thought, drawn by an unseen force. My eyes locked onto a figure standing near the edge of the crowd. He was talking to Elder Rowan, his back to me. There was something about the way he stood, the way he held his head. But it absolutely couldn't be. My breath got caught up in my throat when he finally turned, his face towards me now and our gaze locked for a few seconds. Cassian, My Stepfather. The scent hit me hard. Perhaps I'm the one mistaken, there's no way I'm mated to my stepfather, right...?

Stephen POV “Do you like it, baby?” I asked removing Oliva's nipples from her bra. “No, Please Steph, don't do that,” She asked, trying to hide her breasts with her palm. “Why baby, Just because your handicapped father sees us having our moment, I love fucking you on the dining table,” I said bitting her nipple. “Please Steph, Why are you doing this,” She asked sobbing. “You must ask your father why fucking I am doing this” I yelled, pinning her hand above her head.

He kept licking me gently through it, cleaning me like an obedient pet. I pushed him back when I was done. His face was wet with my juices, lips swollen, eyes full of lust and shame. I smiled down at him. “I’m going to use your cock to please myself,” I told him sweetly. “I’m going to edge you until you’re begging and crying. And even then you’re not going to cum, maybe for the rest of the week.” . He swallowed hard, voice hoarse. “Yes, Mistress.” I stood up and looked down at my stepfather on his knees, waiting for my next command.

“Always, Daddy.” He freed himself thick, hard, already leaking and pushed inside me in one long, claiming slide. My back arched off the wall. The bump pressed between us like living proof. He fucked me right there in the alleydeep, steady, the wet slap of skin echoing off the bricks while cars hissed past on the main street twenty feet away. “Feel that?” he rasped, one hand sliding down to rub slow circles over the swell of my belly. “That’s your stepdad’s baby growing inside you while he fucks you out in public like the dirty girl you never stopped being.”

"Come in five minutes and knock twice so I'll know it's you." STORMIE I felt partially crazy for thinking it might not have been a terrible idea to offer my help when my hot irresistibly attractive stepfather hinted he had been wanking before I knocked on his door. I take it back. This isn't partial madness. It's full-blown psycho shit. What do you expect? He'll smile and step aside, "Why sure? I'd be glad if you suck me off, stepdaughter. How wonderful of you to have offered." It didn't help to come to the realization I'd been thinking about it a lot since we arrived on the yacht. There was something so deeply sensual about the man that whispered into my subconscious.

****** Sam's stepfather continues using her body. There's no real plot here, just fucking. This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Enjoy.

I spat into my palm, using the moisture to rub the sensitive nub in fast, frantic circles. I was masturbating to my stepfather masturbating. The taboo of it made my vision blur. I started breathing heavily, my chest heaving in sync with his. I closed my eyes, the tension building in my lower belly, a second peak climbing toward the summit. My fingers moved faster into my pussy as I massaged my breast with soo much force. the friction becoming almost unbearable. Just as I felt the orgasm begin to crest, a voice shattered the silence. "Amaya... fuckkkkkk!"