“Actually… yes. Get going, Mr. Nicolescu, while you still can.”
Emanuel hung his head and left the room, closing the door behind him. I looked back to Adam and wondered what the future held. Here was a man who had just turned me into his little slut. He was a man with real power but despite what I’d done I knew I was more than just a cum bucket. Would it be possible that this powerful man could be convinced there was a place in his life for a powerful woman? Only time would tell.
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Drive It Home, Daddy
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Angela had the night planned down to the finest details. Her first time was going to be with Mike after the party and it was going to be wonderful. Unfortunately she catches Mike cheating on her and has to give her mom's husband, Brett, a call to come collect her. Can Brett think of a way to make her feel better? Perhaps in the back seat of his car?
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Pseudo-Incest, Virgin, Stepfather, Stepdaughter
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Have you ever planned something down to the very last detail, only to have something unforeseen rear its ugly head and spoil everything for you? Feels bad, doesn’t it? That’s how I felt on the day I’d planned to lose my virginity to my first boyfriend.
To think, I was going to let Mike be my first, only to show up at the party and see him with that slut Melody. I did the only thing I could think of at the time: burst into tears and flee the whole event. I began the long walk home, Mike was supposed to be my ride, but that obviously wasn’t going to happen anymore in any sense of the word.
I walked for several minutes with tears streaming down my face before I realised that I could call my Step-Dad. He had dropped me off, he probably wouldn’t have arrived home yet. My phone lit up as I flicked a finger across the screen, navigating to his contact details. I put the phone to my ear, and heard it ringing at the other end.
“Hello? Angela?” I heard Brett’s voice answer at last.
“Hi, can you come pick me up?” I said with a wavering voice, it was clear I was still crying.
“Is everything OK?” he asked.
“Yes. No. Just… can you come pick me up? I’ve walked a few minutes up the road back in the direction we came from.”
“Yeah, sure, I’m just around the corner, I stopped for gas. I’ll be right there, sit tight”
Thank god for small favours I thought. Soon I’d be out of the cold air, back in the warm cabin of Brett’s car and on my way to forgetting this awful night. Several cars honked at me while I waited, probably due to the short skirt I was wearing. It wasn’t my fault, I was dressed to go to a party, not stand on the side of the street.
Finally I heard the throaty rumble of Brett’s classic muscle car approaching and he did a U-Turn when he spotted me, pulling over so I could get in.
“What happened?” He asked.
“Please… just drive me home.” I said, not able to explain to him that the boy I wanted to fuck was probably already balls deep in another girl. He shrugged his shoulders and pulled back out on to the road after checking his mirrors.
It wasn’t fair. I’d spent all day getting ready, mentally and physically preparing myself for my special night with Mike. I’d imagined what I would say, how I would give him a blowjob, right down to the exact way I would moan during the sex and how his fingers would feel when he touched the skin I was going to bare for the first time.
I let my thoughts drift through the scenario I had built up and I closed my eyes. The vibrations of the motor conveyed into my body via the seat sparked tingly feelings between my legs and I squirmed slightly. It was dark in the car and Brett would be watching the road, so I discreetly let my fingers trace circular patterns on my thighs, making myself shiver.
My mind was jolted back to the present when I heard a click and some old rock’n’roll song started playing on the radio. I hoped Brett hadn’t noticed what I was doing, I clasped my hands together momentarily to stop them straying but then reached over and turned the radio off again.
“Why are boys so stupid?” I asked, genuinely hoping he would know.
“What makes you say that?” Brett replied, not taking his eyes off the road. I took a deep breath, deciding to tell him most of the story. He’d been married to my Mom for almost as long as I could remember, I trusted him like a father. More than my own father, if the truth be told.
“When I got to the party I saw my boyfriend with another girl.”
“Mike?”
“Yeah.”
“Jesus. He is stupid.” Brett said, which made me smirk despite the unfortunate nature of the news I’d just told him. I really wanted his perspective, so I continued.
“Tonight was supposed to be… special. My special day.” I said, barely audible over the rumble of the car.
“Special how?” he asked and I squirmed on my seat.
“You know…special… my… first time.” I almost whispered it.
I managed to drag my eyes up to look at Brett, he was shaking his head
“God damn he’s stupid.” I heard him mutter under his breath, before indicating and pulling over to the side of the road. Turning to me, he grabbed my hand.
“Angela, first of all, promise me you won’t stay with him.”
“Of course not!” I said, how could I?
“Good. You deserve a lot better than him. Are you going to be ok?”
“I guess. I just… I was ready, and now I’m single again. Is there something wrong with me?”
“No Angel, there’s something wrong with him. Why were you in such a hurry anyway?”
The concern in his voice brought a lump to my throat and I found myself confessing everything.
“I don’t feel like I’ve hurried. All my friends have already done it, some of them years ago, but no boys ever asked me out. There was always a prettier girl, or some other reason I wasn’t good enough for them. All those sleepovers I’ve gone to, I felt so left out when they started talking about it.” I sighed “I was sure there was something wrong with me, but then Mike came along and I thought it was my turn, you know? My turn to find out what it feels like to be wanted. What it feels like to be kissed. What it feels like to be touched.”
I looked sadly at Brett.
“Now I don’t even have anybody to hug. Nobody wants me.”
Brett leaned over the centre console of the car and pulled me into a warm embrace, stroking my light brown hair, which I’d painstakingly straightened that day. I’m not sure how long we sat there for, I felt like I could have stayed there forever. I felt so warm and safe, protected by him on all sides and enveloped in his wonderful scent. I felt lucky to have him in my life.
Brett pulled his head back, resting his forehead against mine, and he ran his fingers through my sleek hair, bringing his hand to the back of my head. His blue eyes were so close, they were almost all I could see. Something was different about the way he was looking at me.
“Angel, do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes.” I replied nervously. People only ask you that when they’re about to propose somethi
ng truly outlandish.
“I… I want you to have your special day.” He said.
“How can that happen, Daddy?” I asked, slipping into my old name for him as I often did when uneasy. He didn’t answer with words, instead he tilted his head and his lips crossed the small gap that separated our mouths. Before I knew it, my Step-Dad was kissing me… and I was liking it.
Mike’s kisses had always had such a frantic feel about them, as if he needed to start and finish each kiss in record time so he could start the next one. He didn’t take any time to savour it, or do it right but Brett was different. He was experienced and in a few short seconds taught me that sometimes less was more.
I concentrated on the feel of him. His lips on mine, his hand gently pressing on the back of my head, and the tip of his tongue, just barely touching mine, almost as if he was trying to lure my tongue into his mouth. I took the bait and slowly pushed my tongue forward to swirl around his. After a while our lips parted, but we remained so close they were very near to touching.
“I want you, Angela. I’ve been jealous of Mike these past few weeks, I wanted it to be me with my hands on your body. You’re beautiful. Do you want me?”
I closed my eyes, letting the words wash over me. They were exactly what I’d been waiting years to hear. I hadn’t expected to have to wait until I was almost nineteen to hear them, and I certainly didn’t expect to hear them from Brett, but I knew what I wanted.
“Yes.” I whispered.
With my permission secured, Brett didn’t waste more time with words, instead choosing to press his lips to mine once more, and I returned his kiss with more passion as I grew used to the idea. It felt like a kiss that was going to lead further.
Brett’s hand ran through the length of my glossy hair and then I felt his hand tenderly cup one of my teen breasts. That slut Melody had huge tits and I was self-conscious of my more petite build.
“Do you wish they were bigger?” I asked, parting our mouths to get the question out.
“You’re perfect, Angela.” He said, and I blushed, then smiled, resuming our kiss and pressing my chest into his hand. I felt the warmth of his hand through my shirt and I wanted more. I took his hand from my breast and slipped it up under my shirt, Brett placed his hand back on my tit and gave it a squeeze. I half moaned in pleasure and half squeaked in surprise at the grope.
From under my shirt Brett pulled one cup of my bra down, exposing the breast he had been fondling. With a finger and thumb he gave my nipple a pinch, gently at first, but with rising pressure. I gasped at the unexpected pleasure it ignited in my body, the contrast between pain and pleasure was confusing and intoxicating at the same time.
Brett broke off our kiss and retracted his hand from my shirt, using it to unclip my seatbelt. Without a word he unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi hard dick, the first one I had seen aside from the ones on the internet. It was a lot more intimidating in real life and I wasn’t sure what to do, so Brett guided me.
Reaching to the back of my head with his hand that was closest to me he pulled me towards him and downwards. I had to shuffle my knees up on to my seat to get my body up over the centre console of the car. I descended inexorably towards my first blowjob and it was my Step-Father that was going to be on the receiving end. Before I made contact with it, I licked my lips, hoping it would let his cock slide easier.
I opened my mouth as Brett continued pushing on my head and felt it enter me, coming to rest on my tongue. I closed my lips on his shaft, forming a seal, and thought back to those embarrassing conversations I’d taken part in with my girl friends, them talking about sucking dicks, me sitting quietly. What had they said boys like?
I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, feeling the bumpy texture of the ridge, and then paid close attention to the underside of the head, flicking and rubbing my tongue across it, which caused the whole thing to twitch in my mouth and I heard Brett gasp above me.
“Holy shit, that feels good, Angela, keep going. I’m going to find us somewhere more private. I felt the car begin moving again as Brett searched for a less busy side street. I began bobbing my head up and down on his cock a few times between my swirls and flicks and it soon became completely engorged, sticking out from his pants. I heard him mutter something about having to find somewhere quick or he’d crash and smiled around his erection.
After only a few minutes Brett found a suitable spot and parked the car, turning off the ignition. It was very dark and I could barely see anything once all the lights from the dashboard turned off. I could have been sucking anybody’s dick, anywhere for all my eyes could tell me. My other senses heightened in response to the deprivation of sight. My tongue felt every bump and curve of his cock, memorising it.
My perfume mixed with Brett’s aftershave and the simple pine-scented thing hanging from his rear view mirror and combined with the undertones of the natural smells our bodies were making. That pine smell, so iconic, when mixed with everything else screamed out as if it was a neon sign: ‘TEENAGERS FUCKING IN A CAR’. Only one of us was in his forties.
Brett undid his seatbelt and I was forced to relinquish my place on his cock so it could retract itself.
“Hop in the back, Angel.” He said. I began to clamber awkwardly over the front seats, it wasn’t easy in the dark. When I was in the back I could just make out Brett leaning over the passenger seat, and pulling the handle that made it tilt forward. Next he climbed into the back, even more awkwardly than I had, and pulled the equivalent handle on the driver seat, giving us as much room as possible in the cramped space.
Even though I’d never had the opportunity, I knew that the back seat of a car wouldn’t be the most comfortable place to get intimate. That didn’t change the fact that it had always been one of my fantasies. There was something I found so hot about the idea of a heavy petting session in the back seat of a car, the confined space forcing two people together, fogging up the windows, the risk of a policeman tapping their flashlight on the window. Maybe it was just due to all the movies I’d seen but it almost seemed like a rite of passage that teenagers were supposed to go through, and now Brett was giving me the chance.
I opened my legs, my skirt riding the short distance up my thighs to come to rest on my hips, exposing my white panties, probably one of the easiest things to see in the darkness. Brett moved between my legs and I felt the heat of his cock, still wet with my saliva and his pre-cum, pressing at the material of my panties an instant before his chest pressed against mine.
The breast he had exposed earlier by pulling down the cup of my bra was getting rubbed noticeably more than the other as our bodies writhed together, sending shivers of pleasure into my body. We kissed deeply and I slipped my hands under his shirt to feel his body for the first time. Starting at the waistline of his jeans I worked my way upwards over his abs, savouring the feel of how hard his body was in comparison with mine. Even his chest, when I got that high, was hard and I pushed his shirt up over his head to give myself more access, I wanted to explore every inch of his body.
Brett began gently grinding the shaft of his cock against me, rubbing the dampening material of my panties against my virgin slit. It felt so fantastic, I couldn’t help but let out a little whimper, very different from the sexy moans I had practiced earlier in the day. Suddenly I became aware that my panties had worked their way inside me and my outer lips were actually gently embracing my Step-Dad’s erection as it slid up and down in time with the rocking of his hips.
The realisation elicited a gasp from me as I concentrated on the sensations being rubbed into my pussy. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, his cock was hard and soft at the same time, like a warm steel rod in a velvet case. My lips caressed every bump and vein as it slid and I looped my fingers into his pockets, pulling his pelvis into me even harder.
Brett stopped his thrusting and leaned back, which forced the shaft of his cock harder against me, and I licked my lips again, feeling my pussy embrace him eve
n more. He lifted my shirt over my head and threw it into the front seat before reaching behind my back and unclasping my bra, throwing it in the general direction of my shirt.
He lowered his head until I felt his tongue gently prodding at first one nipple, then the other, wetting them slightly. I placed my hands at the back of his head, thrusting my small tits towards him, wanting to feel his hot wet tongue again. Brett complied and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it several times. I don’t think my nipples had ever been harder than at that moment.
Brett moved backwards until he was kneeling in the space that would normally be for the passenger travelling behind the driver. I felt his hands push under my ass, grasping for the top of my panties, finding it and pulling downwards. The crotch of my panties was stuffed so far up my snatch that it pulled against Brett’s tugging briefly until finally exposing me to him.
Brett began kissing my inner thigh, causing my legs to quiver each time. His stubble was scratchy while his lips were soft and warm. I began breathing deeper the closer to my soaking pussy he kissed. By the time I felt his first kiss on my outer lips I was panting like I’d just run a marathon. Using just his lips he clamped down and tugged at my labia, pulling out gently and running his tongue along the length.
My hands roamed over my body, I wanted to be touched everywhere as Brett teased me between my legs. I slid my hands from Brett’s hair, up my navel and cupped my own breasts, each hand mirroring the other. When Brett stuck his tongue in my pussy and I felt his prickly stubble on my outer lips for the first time, I pinched my nipples like he had done earlier and squealed in the affirmative.
“Yes! Oh god, that feels good.”
Brett was licking my tight little slit from end to end, each pass of the tongue finishing with a flick on my clit sending jolts of pleasure into my body. I moaned each time he touched it, I’d never dreamed that a tongue would feel so much better than my own fingers. The spiky sensation of his stubble rubbing on the sensitive flesh all around my pussy served to both focus my attention on the softness of his tongue and also provided a tantalising contrast that was driving me wild.
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