by D STEP
I went outside and talked with a few people but couldn’t take my eyes off Jack. I had a few more drinks on the rocks and texted him again.
He texted back meet me in the summer house I was already wet in my pants. The thought of him always made my pussy wet.
I slowly made my way to the summer house without looking obvious I slipped through the door and waited for Jack. I was so horny I glided my fingers up my skirt and started feeling my wet, slippery cunt.
Jack opened the Door and slipped in and straight away we were making out so fast, so dirty. I ripped off his shirt and before I knew it my bra and g were laying on the floor.
I got down on all fours and told him to take me from behind. I knew he was admiring my tight young arse. He pulled at my hips as I backed up into him. His sphere slid straight into me and the pressure I felt with him breaking my hymen and the pain sent me into an orgasm. I rolled my eyes in pleasure as that older cock fucked me pussy good.
I was a tight girl but I stretched wide for Jack. He pulled my legs apart and I was able to spread them so easy for him, wanting more.
He pushed in further penetrating me deep where my moans filled the air in and out he thrusted furiously. Before he came he swooped me up on the floor and pushed me against the wall. His fingers pulled at my short clip lips and he began hitting the top of my pussy hood with his hard cock.
I wanted him inside me; I widened my legs and grabbed his cock. I worked it up a little before fitting it inside me, Jack was so big and I was pleased to call him daddy.
He started thrusting and I knew he was close to exploding inside me. Pulling his cock out I continued to wank him letting his juice squirt all over me. I turned around and pushed my arse towards him, remembering how good it felt when he spanked my arse, I said,
“Daddy please spank me”.
He hit my tight little arse hard shooting my arousal to the maddening peak.
“I’ll do more than spank you, you naughty little girl”. I giggled and he slowly pierced a finger into my knot. I was shocked and it felt a little uncomfortable but let me tell you once he got a good work up I was moaning like a motherfucker. I had never been fingered in my arse before and I'm glad my daddy was the first one to do it. He held my arse in his hands like a bowling ball as his thick fingers fucked away. I kept moving my arse on his fingers to make sure he didn’t stop until I was finished. Our clutch broke free when we heard mum calling me. I don’t think I had ever got dressed so fast in my life before.
Watching out the window when she was out of sight I slipped out the door and came right up behind her, “Mum were you calling me?”
“Yes where have you been?”
I looked at my feet quickly thinking of the perfect no fail excuse.
“Well I went for a little walk to clear my head bit too much alcohol but I'm feeling fine now”.
Another lie she totally believed.
“Sweetie would you have seen Jack at all darling?”
I just told her that I had seen him up at the house getting a drink. We walked back up there together and there was Jack talking to a small group of people. Mum walked over to him and he grabbed her arse and smacked it. I watched from behind I didn’t like him touching her arse I wanted his hands on mine.
They hugged but over mums shoulder Dad gave me the sexiest smile then a wink. I walked away I didn’t want to watch mum all over him knowing what we have been doing.
A few minutes later Jack came up behind me and tapped my shoulder.
“Did you get a little bit envious? I know you did”.
“Yes I did daddy I'm so horny for you and I don’t want to see you all being dirty with mum.”
I think he enjoyed hearing those words, turning him on a little bit more, even though he wasn’t my blood dad, me calling him that in a sexual tone was a huge turn on for him. I noticed a bulge rising in his pants.
Picking up a strawberry I sucked the chocolate off it like it was a hard juicy cock that I was so badly craving.
With my innocent eyes I continually blinked at Jack with I asked him to meet me on the top deck where I told him I would help him reach his peak.
Walking away I had a chat with a few friends then I headed up to the top deck with my drink.
I found Jack already waiting there. We locked the door from the outside and pulled the blind down.
My pussy was hungry for daddy’s cock.
I had already started feeling myself up when Jack sat on the old chair and watched patiently.
His eyes watched my legs in which I had spread so wide he had a clean view of my butt. I could tell he liked what he saw. I started gnawing at my bottom lip and looked at him intensely.
I pulled at my clit lips and he motioned me a kiss, “That’s my girl”. He said ever so nicely.
I was happy he named me his special little girl.
Jack’s fingers started to roam my wet pussy, I felt so dirty.
I ripped off his remaining clothes and got on the floor and begged him to take my pussy from behind.
As Jack kneeled down behind me at first, taking in the view of my delicate tight pussy eagerly waiting for him.
I backed my hips backwards and let his sphere ride strait inside me and the pressure hit me hard.
I had always fantasized about an older man’s cock inside my pussy, breaking my barrier walls.
I had a very tight pussy but that didn’t stop Jack’s 7 inches from stretching me wide.
Jack pushed in even further letting the moans escape and fill the air, I felt him pop my cherry and the enjoyment started.
Jack started to thrust furiously and I knew it was pure enjoyment for him.
Jack swooped me quickly up and gently pushed me gently against the wall.
His hands were pulling on my short clit lips and his hard cock was teasing my pussy hood.
I was proud to be calling him daddy.
His thrusting was increasing he was close to exploding everywhere inside me, I quickly pulled his cock out and jerked him until his juice ended up squirting all over me.
“Spank me daddy, hard”.
Daddy didn’t hesitate he spanked my arse hard then pushed a finger inside my knotted balloon.
I felt the pressure, then I felt the complete finger inserted into me, this was the first time I had experienced this and I was happy it was my step-daddy that did it for me.
Once I was working up my juices I began moaning like an animal.
His thick fingers fuck away inside me as he inserted his pinkie finger into my pussy hood.
I think those words turned him on a little bit more and I noticed a bulge rising in his pants.
Picking up a strawberry I sucked the chocolate off it like it was a hard juicy cock that I was so badly craving.
My pussy was still so hungry.
Jack pulled out a few strawberries from his pocket and I begged him, “Please daddy suck the strawberries out of my little cock pocket.
But that’s yet another story...
The Taboo Transaction
Keeping their secrets deep, dark and dirty.
Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.
Chapter 1
There is no excuse. None, I suppose, except to say that I was on a business trip, 100 miles from home, and suffering from that specific loneliness that only comes with crowded conference centers and chain motel-rooms.
The other associates were all planning on boozing hard that night. But I was in no mood. A bunch of middle-aged men with doughy waists and beer-sweat cracking lewd jokes about the overworked cocktail waitress just isn’t my idea of a good time. After the last of my meetings, I begged off on happy-hour and retreated to my room, where I could lie back and fantasize about Malia.
Malia… She’s my step-sister,
I tried to make myself interested in the girls at school, but it just wasn’t the same. Nothing could compare to the thought of Malia, naked and beautiful, perfectly plump and so goddamn sweet…there was no mystery as intriguing as wondering what color underwear she was wearing on a given day, or trying to imagine what her core smelled like.
When I got to high school, and then college, I banged every chick who would have me. Cheerleaders, goth girls, bookish types in chunky knit sweaters…you name it. I lost count of how many women I screwed in the hopes of forgetting about Malia. But it never worked. If anything, it just got worse over time. Every breast I cupped, every ass I squeezed, every wet pink core I licked – every one was merely a stand-in for Malia. I honestly don’t know if I’ve ever had a hard-on that didn’t start and end with the image of my juicy sweet step-sister dancing in my mind.
Ahhh, Malia… if our step-siblinghood weren’t bad enough, Malia is also one of my wife’s best friends – and herself the wife of my best squash-buddy. Her husband and I have been playing a game a week at the rec center after work for years, and then hitting the bar for beers, all buddy-buddy like. And the whole time, all I can think about his how much I’d like to lock him in the trunk of his car for a few hours so I can stop by his place and have his wife – my stepsister – senseless.
How’s that for sick? Perverted and treacherous, like I’ve got a straight-up nutjob living in my mind and my dick. It’s every which-way kind of wrong, and the worst part is that I can’t tell anyone about it. Forget about empathy; there’s not a soul alive who wouldn’t look at me as if I deserved to be in prison, or worse. I’m goddamn obsessed with Malia, and I have been for a long time.
Hell, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. All I know is that, still, at the ripe old age of 35, when my dick tells me it’s time to jerk off, Malia’s dimpled cheeks and jiggling ass are the first images that come to mind. It makes me weak with shame just to think of how many tube-socks I’ve fertilized while picturing her glorious fat dumper.
But that day, alone in that seedy motel room, I knew a quick rub-and-tug wouldn’t be enough. It was too hot outside - and too sweaty and grim inside the motel room - not to find another body to help me generate a little real friction.
Chapter 2
I grabbed my phone and began browsing online for whores in the area. Why not ? I mused, as I thumbed through the brightly colored listings for flesh and fucks. The photos were all angled such that you couldn’t quite see the ladies’ faces, but could still get a good enough idea of what each one looked at. Blondes, redheads, brunettes…black girls, white girls, Asian girls…some slutty, some coy, all of them posing in skimpy lacy underwear with their tits pushed together and their feet stuffed into over-high heels.
A twinge of guilt shot through my body as I flicked through the online offerings. For all my sexual perversion, I’ve never been much of a whore kinda guy. What can I say – I’m cheap, and it’s always seemed a bit nuts to pay someone for something that most of them will give away for free.
I almost decided to forget it, stick my phone back in my pocket and find some nasty porn on TV when my scrolling hit on a picture that can only be described as luminous. Like all the others, you couldn’t see the face – but the hair was thick and lustrous, just the same shade of soft brown as Malia’s, and the ass in the photo had that same luxurious, thick curve as my ste-sister’s. I swallowed hard and my cock stiffened inside my slacks. Damn, I thought, as my finger hovered over the icon. Maybe this was the hooker to make me a “whore kind of guy.”
“Ah, what the hell,” I muttered under my breath, tapping the icon and placing the order for this particularly tempting prostitute. It’s saner than jerking off to my stepsister, I rationalized in my mind. And besides, I was a long way from home. No one would ever know.
Or so I thought.
Barely an hour later, the knock came at my motel-room door. I’d been trying to stay cool, taking a shower and pulling on the handle of Scotch I had in my briefcase after a trip to the motel’s ATM machine. But by the time I opened the door, my dick already standing to attention and my skin was hot.
And there, on the other side of the seedy motel-room door – I kid you not, I swear on the lives of my children and my flat-chested wife and my very own cock and balls – stood none other than…my step-sister Malia.
It took me a second to fully grok what was happening. I hadn’t seen her outside her sweats and Mom-jeans in a decade or more. Now, here she was, poured into a skintight gold minidress that barely covered the bottom of her voluptuous ass. Her stockings and garters – in that same trashy black-lace from the online photo, no less – were visible, and clearly straining to contain her girth. Her fleshy tits were pushed up so hard that they bulged out the side of her armpits.
“M-Malia ? What are you…?”
What the hell? My step-sister, in place of my whore?
She gasped and her hand flew to her mouth as. “Holy Christ, Mick. What the –“
“I – I – you can’t stay, I’m expecting a visitor!” I stammered.
She looked at me with her red-painted mouth hanging wide open. Then she closed it, then opened it again.
“Sure, no problem Micky, talk to you later, have a good night!”
She started to hurry from the door and down the fluorescent-lit hallway. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then I came to my senses and it dawned on me: This wasn’t some strange coincidence. There was no other woman on her way. Malia was her - my whore was my step-sister… my stepsister was a whore !
“Malia!” I called down the hall, as she wriggled towards the fire-escape in her slutty get-up.
She stopped walking in mid-wriggle, motionless, her spiked heels frozen in place.
Well, what now, smart-ass? that voice in my head taunted me. You seriously think you have the stones to pay your step-sister for the fuck you’ve always wanted?
“Malia!” I called again, my voice suddenly deep and self-certain. I heard myself ordering, in that commanding voice, “Come back here.”
Slowly, she turned and walked back towards my room. Her head was dropped, her eyes fixed on the floor. Her steps were slow and deliberate, as if she were daring herself to keep going.
“Get in here, before anyone sees you,” I commanded. As I held the door open and her body passed by mine, I took a second for a deep, long inhale of her musky perfume mingled with the familiar clean scent of her hair. She’d used the same shampoo for decades – coconut-vanilla something – and the smell of it lingering on her soft brown curls was enough to send my cock surging in my slacks and a wave of urgent heat washing through my groin.
She stepped inside my motel room and stood awkwardly against the wall. I walked in and closed the door behind me. Her eyes were still lowered to the floor, her chin against her chest. I shoved my hands in my pockets and waited, not entirely sure what to do next. Eventually she let her eyes drift up toward mine. We stared at each other in shameful silence.
“Well,” I said after perhaps 30 seconds.
“Well,” she replied, allowing herself a timid smile.
I sucked in my breath and took her in, letting my eyes linger over every inch of her, that trampy outfit and her squeezed-up tits and those succulent thighs of hers squeezed into those naughty, lacy stockings. I couldn’t get over what a juicy piece of meat she looked like, all stuffed into those over-tight clothes and rouged up for her night of whoring. I couldn’t stop staring.
“I, uh…I had no idea you’d been…” I paused, waiting for some euphemism to come to me, anything other than ‘I had no idea you’d been hooking.’ For a moment I couldn’t find my voice – I was just too overcome, and too confused about how I was even feeling. Turned-on? Dismayed? Sad that my sweet little step-sister was selling her body for money? Or wildly excited at the prospect that I might get to buy that ass for myself?
I cleared my throat and finally found some words: “I had no idea you’d become a lady of the night.”
She let out a snort. “Yeah. Well,” she rolled her eyes and shook her head, clearly as smacked by the surreality of the situation as I was. “I guess I forgot to put it on the last Christmas newsletter.”
“Malia, I gotta say, I’m shocked,” I told her, deciding that – for the moment at least – the disapproving step-brother was a solid position to inhabit.
“Oh you are, are you?” she demanded. Clearly she had picked an emotion to go with as well – anger – as she let her embarrassment give way to bitchiness. ‘That’s funny, cause I’m not in the least bit surprised to find you willing to pay for sex.”
“Fuck you!” I retorted, then laughed. “Fair point though. But I mean…fuck. Malia. And what are you doing way out here, anyway? It’s a little out of your way for a work commute, wouldn’t you say?”
Again, she snorted, and again she rolled those big beautiful brown eyes.
“What do you expect me to do, pick up Johns at the PTA meetings ‘round the parking lot at the kids’ school? Maybe stand outside the grocery store with my leg out? Or just go around the racquetball court where you and my husband are smacking around a little rubber ball, see if any of the guys there want to stick it in me to help pay my mortgage. Yeah, great idea Mick – you oughta be a pimp, you’ve clearly got the logistics of this stuff all worked out.”
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