《》1. Stepdad | caught me playing
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I look over at the clock hung on the wall. 5:22 pm. Still hour and a half left for my parents to arrive back home from their work. They have been going out on business deals, my mother and my sexy step-dad. When I was first introduced to my step- dad 'Ace', a year ago as my mom's secretary, I remember how I sat next to him clenching my thighs together in order to prevent the ache in my dripping wet cunt. His rolled up sleeves displayed his veiny tattooed arm, that I shamelessly imagined him pumping his long fingers laden with rings, in and out of my pussy. The very thought of him fingering my vagina gets me so wet, that I get myself off everytime I hear him fucking my mom next door. I know it's wrong, a taboo, to want my step-dad, but I can't stop thinking about wanting him all to myself. He had me losing my mind.
My nerves start twitching again as I recall the previous night I heard my mom screaming the loudest of all days. 'More. I need more of you.' She kept begging. 'Such a slut to want for more.' He kept degrading her.
The more I think about him, the more needy I become with an incestuous desires of being ruined by him alone. I wanted him so bad.
My body felt like it's on fire, so I closed my eyes and laid down on my bed with legs spread wide for my fingers to slip inside my nightgown.
I didn't feel the need to wear a panty everytime, when I was all alone. I gasped as I traced my wet folds, all the while wondering how my step-dad's fingers would feel against them.
"Daddy~"
I moan softly as I easily slipped my index finger inside my wet cunt coated with lots of natural lubrication. 'I am always so wet for him'. Simultaneously my thumb grazes my swelled clit in circles, applying the right amount of pressure to make me want to cry. I raised my hips forward as I rubbed my clit a little faster, until I feel like I may come within seconds.
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"Ace!" Moaning his name loudly I came, gasping for breath, and continued to slowly rub my pulsing pussy to soothe the ache. I wanted something more, more than just my fingers or my sex toys. I wanted his cock, his fingers...his tongue, those luscious lips to suck every jucies dripping from my aroused sex.
My eyes was tightly shut and toes still curled, when I heard someone clear his throat nearby. I jolted awake, looking over at the doorstep to see my step-dad enjoying the view I just gave him. Heat rose up to my cheeks as I squirmed in neediness.
"Stepdad-" I couldn't help but say in a moan.
He raised his eyes at me with a teasing grin and neared the bed, where he bends down on his knees to place his sexy face right where my dripping pussy throbbed for his tongue.
"Let's clean you up doll."
He says before diving into my needy dripping wet cunt.
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