I reach the end of the scene where the dad fills his
stepdaughter’s womb with his surging cum, so I pull the crotch
of my panties to the side and lean back in the chair, placing my
feet up on the edge of the desk and allowing my thighs to fall
apart. Then I close my eyes and begin rubbing my clit again,
getting lost in the scene I’d just read, imagining I’m a part of it.
In my mind, I’m lying back on the bed as my stepdad fucks me.
No, not Alex, but the fictitious stepdad in the story. Imagining I‘
m fucking Alex would just be too weird.
I can feel my pleasure rising as my fingers bat against my
swollen nub. It won’t be long until I explode.
I’m not sure if I hear something, or just sense it, but suddenly it
feels like I’m not alone anymore. I open my eyes,
And there, standing right in front of me on the other side of the
desk, is Alex.
tartled, I quickly bring my legs down and sit up straight.
“Alex!” I exclaim, then quickly pull my panties back over my pussy and cover my crotch with my hands.
He stands there glaring at me. I’m not sure if he’s angry at me
because I’m in his office, or because I’m rubbing my pussy in
his chair. Or both.
“Ashley? What the hell?”
“Um, this isn’t what it looks like “
“Why are you in my office? And what the hell are you doing?”
Yeah, I’m right. He’s mad about both.
“Um 1”
As hard as I try, I just can’t think up a good excuse for why I’m
here.
Nothing he would believe anyway. “Ashley? Answer me!”
realize I have two directions I can go here. I can be the cowering daughter, giving into my stepdad’s authority, as hypocritical as that authority is. Or, I can take advantage of my newfound knowledge and change the dynamic between Alex
and me
give him a slight smile. “What am I doing?” “That’s what i
asked,” he says, glaring at me.
“I’m reading. And I’m really enjoying what I’m reading. As you
can tell by what I was doing
Alex stares at me with wide eyes, obviously shocked by my
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response.
I continue, “I really think you’re a good writer, Daddy, and I especially like your subject matter.”
I see his mind working, but he still doesn’t reply.
“And you know what I really love, Daddy? I really love how you’ve taken things you and I have done together and put them in your stories. Like the time we stayed overnight in that motel on the
way to cheer camp. Or the time I served you breakfast in bed.
God, that story was so exciting. I almost
came from just reading it.”
He shakes his head. “No, I don’t do that.”
I ignore him and say, “Are you going to write a new story? One about you coming home to discover your daughter in your
office, reading your stories and rubbing her pussy in your chair?”
“Ashley, stop,” he whispers.
“I have to say, Daddy, I don’t think it’s fair that I’m the inspiration for so many of your stories, but you don’t let me read them.”
“Please stop.”
“And now that I know about this, I can inspire all kinds of new stories. Just think of the possibilities. My imagination is pretty
good. For example, what if I snuck into your bedroom late at night and sucked you while Mom was sleeping right next to you? You can call that one ‘Waking my Stepdad.”
His eyes turn angry again. “You need to watch your mouth,
Ashley.”
“Or what? Are you going to tell Mom? Does she know about this? I really doubt it.”
He frowns. “Did you happen to read the one titled ‘Spanked by my Stepdad‘? That could happen too, you know.”
I meet his angry gaze, refusing to flinch. “Let me guess,” I say, “Daddy spanks his stepdaughter and she likes it. Then they
fuck.”
“That’s the fiction,” he growls. “Something tells me the reality is going to be more painful for you.”
I grin and stand, then walk around to his side of the desk, facing him. “Let’s write a story together, Daddy.”
“Don’t do this.” His voice is low and threatening.
I smile again and turn around, leaning over to grip the edge his desk. Then I arch my back, causing my ass to tilt up. My nightshirt rides up, revealing my panty–clad ass to his gaze.
“Stop it, Ashley. Right now!”
I wiggle my butt in his direction. “Come on, Daddy. Prove your
can do more than just write about your fantasies. Make them come true. Spank me like the daddy in the story did. You can-
Smack!
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The cracking sound echoes in the quiet room, and it takes my brain a moment to register the pain..
“Owww!” I cry.
I try to straighten, but a strong hand presses down on my back,
holding
me in place.
Smack!
Suddenly, my other ass cheek is on fire like the first. “Owwww!” I
wail. It feels like my ass is on fire.
Without warning, my panties are yanked down to my thighs.
Smack!
Smack! One on each bare cheek. “Uhhh! Stop it! That hurts!”
“Smack!”
“Ow, ow, Owwwwww!”
It feels like a thousand wasps are stinging my ass. I try to reach
back and block the next blow, but Alex brushes my hand aside
and spanks me again.
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Smack!
“Uhhhh. Please, Daddy. Stop it!”
I flinch, anticipating the next spank, but it doesn’t come.
Instead, Alex speaks, his voice low and steady..
“I want you to apologize for invading my privacy.” “I’m sorry,
Daddy! Please, don’t hit me again!”
“And I want you to apologize for reading my stories without my
permission.”
““I apologize! I won’t do it again!”
I flinch again as I feel his hand on my hot ass. But instead of spanking me, he begins to gently rub the inflamed skin,
soothing it.
“Now I want you to apologize for doing that in my chair. It was
lewd and vulgar.”
“I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again! I promise!”
His hand continues to rub, easing the fire somewhat.
“It was embarrassing, showing me how you play with your
pussy. That should be done in the privacy of your bedroom.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
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His fingers glide lightly over the skin of my ass, dangerously. close to the edge of my pussy. I know he can see the twin swells of my swollen outer lips as they press together to form the delicate vertical slit. I wonder if he notices the wetness
along that furrow.
A visible shudder ripples through me, and although I try to stop myself, I arch my back a little more, causing my ass to tilt up farther, as if I’m offering my pussy to him.
flinch again, expecting retaliation for my brazen display, but he
continues to caress my heated flesh, soothing the pain he’d
previously caused.
“Did you really enjoy my stories?” His voice was softer now, the hard edge gone.
“I love them Daddy. They made me so wet.” “I can see that. Your
pussy is soaked.”
His hand continues to move.
“I liked reading about how the stepdad fucked his daughter, shoving his big fat dick into her tight, teenage pussy.”
“I didn’t know you shaved.”
“It feels so much better that way, Daddy.” “It’s very smooth.”
His fingertips graze over my outer lips so lightly, I wonder if I’m imagining it. I shudder again, and emit a low groan.
“Did you read the story, ‘Shaved by my Stepdad‘?” His fingers brush over my pussy again.
I whimper. “No, Daddy, but it sounds wonderful.”
“The stepdad shaves her nice and clean, and then uses his tongue on her freshly smooth skin.”
“Oh god, that’s so sexy.”
I feel his fingertips at my slit, teasing the slick skin there.
“And then the daughter repays the favor by sucking his big cock.” I groan again, and say, “I love sucking big cocks.”
Too late, I realize my mistake. I just admitted to my strict stepdad that I loved sucking cock. I flinch in anticipation of his hand smacking my ass.
But instead, his fingers push into my slit, caressing my inner slick flesh. I groan from the sudden pleasure.
“You’re a naughty girl,” he says as he finds my clit and roll is
fingers over it.
I cry out and my body jerks from his touch. It feels like an electrical current is running through me.
“Does that feel good?” he asks as he continues to caress my pussy. “Oh yeah. It feels amazing.” I can feel my harmstrings twitching.
He shoves two fingers in me and begins fucking me with them. His fingers make a slurping sound in my wet pussy.
“Oh, Daddy,” I groan.
“Have you been fucking boys behind my back?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“They must have little dicks, because your pussy is still tight.”
“Ohhh.”
“You need a big cock to really satisfy you.” “Yes.”
I’m finding it hard to speak because of what his fingers are doing to me. It seems like he knows exactly how to touch me to draw the pleasure from my body. And it’s having an effect, as I feel my climax rushing at me.
He continues to fuck me with his fingers, but now he’s also rolling his thumb over my clit. I begin to gasp, feeling that tightening knot of tension inside of me, shrinking down to pinpoint. My entire body is quivering in anticipation.
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