Stepfather Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Stephen was squirming as she rub his sensitive cap. "I love your dick." Kelly confessed. "You can't love my dick. I'm your step brother." "Yeah, but not same father or mother. We are not blood related." Kelly said as she continued to stroke him. "But it's still wrong. Please stop." "Stop acting as if you don't want this. I know this one of your naughty fantasies." She said as she increased the pace. "You are hurting me." Stephen said. "Ohhh sorry. My bad. I forget to make it wet. Maybe it will be better this way." She said and leaned over.

Forbidden Pleasures Dear Stepmother 4 The Abusive Father Charles and Racheal lay naked on the big master bed. The sheets were messy and wet with sweat and cum. Racheal rested her head on his chest. Her big soft breasts pressed against him. One hand slowly stroked his stomach and sometimes touched his cock. They had fucked many times that day, but the hunger was still there. “Tell me more about your life, baby,” Racheal whispered. She kissed his chest. “I want to know everything about my stepson.”

“Give in to me.” “Ava, your stepdad...” “Is overseas, working and they both won’t be back in three weeks,” I slipped a hand down, reaching for his belt, fingers grazing slightly against his bulge. “This is a bad idea, Ava.” He said, his voice low and dark. “You’re my intern,” he caught my wrist but didn’t pull me away. “I’m also needy and so fucking wet for you, I can barely walk without moaning,” I whispered, my lips barely grazing his.

The night her father was exposed. She felt the floor tilt slightly under her. “No,” she whispered. She scrolled. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL PRESENT: — Daniel Vale — Marissa Kline — Victor Hale Her heart stopped. Victor. She blinked. Scrolled again. Still there. Victor Hale. Her stepfather. Her mother didn’t meet Victor until weeks after the affair exploded. That’s what she’d always believed. “That’s wrong,” she said immediately. Origin didn’t argue. “It says he authorized a security override,” she continued, voice thinning. “Why would he have access?”

I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked, loving the way he hissed and thrust into my fist. “Fuck, Melissa,” he groaned. I pulled him down on top of me. His mouth found my tits immediately, sucking hard on one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. I cried out, arching, spreading my legs wide for him. “Yes… Touch me… Own me.” I begged. His hand slid between my thighs and two thick fingers pushed straight into my dripping cunt. I moaned loud, bucking my hips. I couldn't imagine what I was doing with my step son. This was sacrilege.

I immediately gasped because it hurt from the night before. “That’s enough!” I heard my stepfather’s voice from behind. “Bastard!” I sneered at him. He was the worst, except he was religious and believed that a woman should be married before having sex. Leaving aside his religious beliefs, he would have raped me because he has abused me in every other way. “Enough with all of this; let’s get to the real reason we’re here,” my stepfather told Bruno. Then he snapped his finger, and one of Bruno’s men wheeled in a wedding gown on a stand.

He said quietly, roughly, "I can't stop thinking about you. “The way you moaned my name in the cabin… the way your pussy squeezed me when I came inside you. I need that again, Mom. Right here. In this bed.” My heart raced. This was the master bedroom, the same bed I had used for almost twenty years with his father. Giving my stepson my body here was the ultimate betrayal...the ultimate turn of. My heart was thumping in my neck. I peered at him, and I slowly set the towel down on the floor. My full breasts were bare, my nipples were already tight with the cool air and the way he was looking. Then take me, baby, right here, in the bed I feel so empty in.

he added with a soft groan when my hand moved down his chest to his lower waist. "A stepfather should not kiss his daughter," I said, my voice oozing with seduction. I could feel him shaking. "A stepfather should not lust after his stepdaughter." "A stepfather should not have an erection for his stepdaughter." I repeated all the forbidden things he was not supposed to feel towards me. My hand found its way into the waistband of his boxers, and Stephane shifted backward. "God, Aleen, if you continue with this, I will toss you over on my bed and spank that gorgeous, little ass to teach you a lesson." Another moan escaped my lips, and he groaned in response.

The obscene amounts of money he threw at me every week. My pussy clenched violently around nothing. I was so close to coming, shame and shock and raw lust twisting together into something I couldn’t name. My nipples were rock hard. My thighs shook as I ground down harder on the pillow, imagining it was his lap, his thick cock buried inside me while he called me by my real name. I stared at the chat, at his username glowing there like a dirty secret. Big D. Dickson. My stepfather. The man I’d been fantasizing about for months was the same man who sat across from me at breakfast and asked me about my college classes with that calm, measured voice.

There was a glint in his eye as he told me, “And Daddy doesn’t pull out.” I bit my lip hard. I wasn’t on the pill, but I doubted if that mattered to him. My stepfather wanted to fill my pussy up, and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop him—not that I wanted to. I held on for dear life as my stepfather pounded into me, stuffing me full of his dick until I was screaming for more. My body bounced with each of his forceful thrusts, and he had to hold onto the chair to keep me from drifting away as he plunged over and over into my cunt. He had the look of an animal about him, a wild creature that desperately needed to satiate some dark desire. I was his vessel, his toy, and that was the t