Entire SMUT CATALOG: Volume 2

by Kimberly Gray

  Her mother, a formidable Greek woman, had remarried shortly after Ariana’s thirteenth birthday. Stefan Laskaris was strict, but kind. He was a fair man, and had taken Ariana and her mother in, providing them with as much as he could. Her mother had been a seamstress, while he owned a small café that specialized in the Greek coffees and pastries of his hometown, Pyrgos. They lived above the café, in a small apartment that extended over two floors.

  Stefan was much younger than Ariana’s mother. Only eleven years her senior, Ariana had developed a schoolgirl crush on Stefan from a young age. When her mother developed cancer during Ariana’s final year of high school, Stefan had tended to her night and day. His café had begun to suffer and, as a result, Ariana had offered to drop out of school and help him to make ends meet. It was the least she could do, after all he had sacrificed for them.

  And so, at the age of eighteen, Ariana had become the café manager. A few months later, her mother had succumbed to her illness and passed away. Apart from Stefan, Ariana was all alone in the world. She had no memories of Greece, and no desire to return there and track down her long-lost family. Instead, she decided to continue working for Stefan, helping him to run the café and restore some of the capital he had lost as a result of the mounting medical bills.

  Without a mother, Ariana had begun to run with a rough crowd. Unable to deal with her grief, and frustrated by her continued secret desire for her stepfather, she had gone against her orthodox mother’s upbringing and begun to live a very liberal lifestyle. She had a string of lovers, mostly one-night stands. It was to no avail. She still felt aroused in the presence of Stefan, still fell asleep after bringing herself to climax each night, imagining being filled by his hard cock as she furiously fingered herself.

  Little did Ariana know, Stefan felt the same way about her. He had tried to suppress his feelings of lust towards her, tried not to think about her in that way. By the time Ariana was eighteen, she was a stunningly beautiful woman. Only his love for her mother, and his commitment to caring for her during her illness, had stopped him from acting on his lascivious thoughts. A year and a half later, Ariana was unaware of the effect she had on him.

  It was incredibly difficult for Stefan, having sexy Ariana working side by side with him each day. At closing time, they would sit over a cup of coffee while cashing up the takings for the day, talking and laughing. They had been through a difficult time together, and seemed to gravitate towards one another in their time of need. It was all on a platonic level, though. Neither of them would dare admit their feelings to one another.

  Ariana knew that Stefan disapproved of her behavior over the past year. Although far from being conservative himself, he was concerned about her. From time to time, she would bring men home with her, after she thought Stefan was asleep. He would lie awake, staring at the ceiling, his hand stroking his large, erect cock under the sheets as he listened to the sounds of passionate sex coming from her room. He imagined her riding him instead of whichever man she had brought home with her, her sensual body rising above his, her wild hair swaying against her graceful back as she thrust against him.

  Stefan loved to hear the sweet sounds of Ariana cumming. He could always hear when she was close to a climax, and she often had multiple orgasms, one after the other. She would begin with short gasps, these soon building up to longer moans as her arousal increased. Then, unintelligible cries would begin, increasing in a lustful crescendo. A complete silence would follow, during which Stefan imagined her biting her lips, trying to contain herself. Then, the quiet would be shattered by one final, joyous cry. Stefan’s hand was usually stroking his cock quite rapidly by this time, and he controlled his own orgasm so that he came, alone in his bed, at the same time as Ariana’s final climax with her lover.

  However, one morning, life changed for the both of them. Stefan woke up to the sounds of Ariana weeping hysterically. Leaping out of bed, he had thrown on a robe before running to her room. Here he found her, in a heap on the floor, staring at a small stick and crying.

  Perplexed, he had put his arm around her. “What is it, honey? What happened?”

  Ariana stared at him, wide-eyed, her eyes swimming with tears. Then, she showed him the stick she held in her hand. It was a pregnancy test. “It’s positive,” she gasped, her face crumpling again. She wailed, “I’m pregnant! And I just got off the phone with the father, he wants nothing to do with me. He lied to me, and just told me he’s already married, with three children.”

  Stefan was at a loss for words. Finally, he had taken her in his arms, trying hard to feel paternal towards her, but failing. Even at this emotional moment, he had to angle himself so that she wouldn’t feel his erection pressing into her. “It’s okay, Ariana. Don’t worry, we’ll manage. Shh, don’t cry.”

  Ariana leaned against him, sniveling. “But… but what am I going to do?”

  “You’re going to keep staying here, with me. You can still work in the café, still have a normal life.” Stefan assured her.

  “But nobody will want me! What man would want to be with a woman who becomes pregnant out of wedlock, to be burdened with another man’s child?” Ariana’s eyes were bloodshot from crying, her lip trembling as she looked up at him. Stefan couldn’t resist. Softly, he lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her gently.

  He drew back, stroking an errant lock of hair off her forehead. “You are a beautiful woman, Ariana. There are many men who will want you.” A look of regret crossed his face, and then he smiled. “Now, come on. You’re eating for two now. I’ll cook you some breakfast, and you take the day off to rest.”

  **********

  Now, six months later, they had fallen into a good routine. Glancing in the mirror once last time, Ariana tied her hair back, and then put on a pair of leggings and a maternity shirt. Slipping on a pair of sandals, she made her way downstairs. The aroma of freshly-brewed coffee no longer turned her stomach; her morning sickness had passed, but she still felt a pang of longing for her customary hit of caffeine in the morning. She sighed, and poured herself a mug of decaf.

  “Good morning,” Stefan yawned, coming through the kitchen door. He poured a mug of coffee for himself, and looked at her through sleep-dazed eyes. “Did you have a good sleep?”

  Ariana flushed, choosing to blame it on her hormones rather than the close proximity of her handsome, shirtless stepfather. His smooth chest was broad, his arms and shoulders muscular from kneading dough by hand for hours on his own each night, in preparation for the next day’s pastries. “I slept very well, thanks. How about you?”

  Stefan nodded, then took a gulp of his coffee. “Also very well, thank you.” It was a lie. He had been awake for most of the night, tossing and turning, thinking of Ariana. He had thought he couldn’t possibly be more attracted to her, but he had been mistaken. Now, at the height of her pregnancy, she glowed. Her body was voluptuous, sexy. Ariana was more of a woman than she ever had been.

  Ariana gave a small gasp, and Stefan jumped, spilling his coffee. He swore, waving his hand in the air to dry it.

  “I’m sorry,” said Ariana, blushing furiously. “I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s just…” she stopped, helplessly at her shirt, where two wet patches were beginning to spread rapidly over her breasts. Stefan stared, noticing how her dark, rosy nipples showed prominently under the thin, soaked fabric. Ariana caught him staring, and he blinked, embarrassed that she had noticed.

  “Is it… is it normal? So soon?” From the little that Stefan knew about childbearing, he knew that a breastfeeding mother’s milk only came down about two days after giving birth, producing a thick, rich colostrum to feed the baby during the first forty-eight hours instead.

  “I’m not sure. I’ve been taking those anti-depressants, and one of the side effects is increased milk production. I just didn’t think it would happen until after the baby is born. I’d better go and change.” Ariana stood up, and Stefan’s eyes lingered on her sexy ass as she ascended the staircase.

 
Stefan sat down, adjusting his pajama pants, his large dick uncomfortably engorged. Fuck, she is so hot, he thought. He waited for his erection to subside, then drained his mug and went upstairs to shower.

  In the meantime, Ariana was trying to subdue some unwanted lustful thoughts of her own. She had seen how Stefan had looked at her, his eyes fixed to her leaking nipples. Now, she stood shirtless in her bedroom, her sodden bra removed and tossed into the laundry hamper. Her skin tingled with desire as she ran her hands over her breasts, her fingertips circling her hardening nipples. They were wet, still dripping with her breastmilk, and slippery to the touch. Ariana gasped softly as she pinched them, and a mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through her as her milk let down and squirted from her nipples.

  Checking that the door was locked, she opened her bedside drawer and took out a slim vibrator. She removed her leggings and underwear, then knelt on all fours on the bed, placing a pillow beneath her swollen stomach for support. Her naked breasts rubbed against the quilted fabric of her bedspread, the bumpy cotton scraping against her sensitive, wet nipples. Spreading her legs, she turned on the vibrator and placed it between the folds of her pussy, already slick with her arousal.

  Ariana was already very horny, and the added stimulation only heightened her desire. It wasn’t long before she was panting, trying to stifle her moans by biting into the pillow. After what seemed like a very short time, she came, her body shuddering as her climax washed over her. Ariana turned off the vibrator and tossed it on the bedspread, then rolled onto her side, sighing in frustration. Although her orgasm had been good, it was short-lived.

  She got up slowly, frowning as she pulled on her leggings and a fresh bra and shirt, taking care to place breast pads against her nipples, in case she kept leaking milk. At the rate they were dripping, she would need to replace the pads every hour.

  In the tiny bathroom they shared down the hall, Stefan was experiencing his own frustrations. His erection was back in full force, the blood having rushed back into it as soon as the warm water of the shower caressed his skin. He couldn’t go to the café with his dick tenting the front of his trousers. Something would have to be done. Hating the primal response his body had in reaction to Ariana, he ran a bar of soap over his skin, working up a slippery lather of foam.

  Stefan replaced the bar into the soap dish, and then bit back a moan as his slick hand grasped the shaft of his cock and stroked it. The head was swollen, throbbing with sensitivity. Stefan placed his hand against the tiled wall of the shower stall, supporting his weight as his hand moved more rapidly up and down his dick. He could feel his balls tightening as he imagined himself being buried deep in Ariana’s wet cunt. His hips moved instinctively, thrusting against the pressure of his hand on his cock.

  Daddy, fuck me, he imagined her whispering to him, her eyes shining with lust as he knelt above her, his cock sliding slowly in and out of her pussy. He would be gentle, mindful of her swollen belly, but her cries of passion would spur him on to thrust more rapidly into her. Stefan’s cock twitched as he envisioned lowering his mouth to her breasts, large and engorged with milk, and sucking her nipples. He could almost taste the sweetness of the milk that would spurt into his mouth, brought on by the stimulation of his lips and tongue suckling there.

  Ariana’s voice echoed in Stefan’s head as he pleasured himself, the water cooling on his skin as he panted, his fist a blur on his cock. Yes, daddy, the voice in his head urged. Yes, fuck me harder. God, you’re so big, so hard, daddy. I love it when your cock fills me so deeply.

  “Shhiiiit,” Stefan cried hoarsely, hoping the splashing of the water in the shower would mask the sound. He came hard, his cum spurting against the tiles and sliding down the drain with the lukewarm water raining down from the shower head. He rinsed himself off, his breathing ragged.

  Unknown to Stefan, Ariana stood quietly at the bathroom door, her ear pressed to the dark wood, listening. She smiled secretly as she heard the telltale gasping cry of a man in the throes of his climax. She heard the squeaky sound of the faucets being turned off, and the splashing water grew quiet. Silently, she slipped away from the door, her heart pounding with excitement as she went downstairs as quickly as she could, before Stefan caught her spying on him.

  **********

  A few hours later, Ariana hung up her apron and gave the kitchen counter a final wipe. The café had closed an hour earlier, and she had finished cashing up for the day. She poured herself a cup of decaf and a cup of coffee for Stefan, then made her way through to the small office at the back of the café. The door was slightly ajar, and she bumped it open with her hip, her firm hands carefully keeping the mugs from spilling.

  Ariana was shocked to find Stefan with his head in his hands, an array of papers strewn across the desk in front of him.

  “Daddy, what’s wrong? Do you have a headache?” she asked, concerned. She set the mugs on the desk and sat on a chair in front of him, leaning her elbows on the table.

  Stefan pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes for a moment, then sat up, looking at her. Seeing the coffee, he smiled gratefully at her. “I’ll be okay. I’m just stressed out. He frowned, gesturing at the pages in front of him. We haven’t been doing well with sales lately, with that new coffee shop up the road. We still have our regulars, but I have no idea how we’re going to pay all the bills and still buy stock by the end of the week.”

  Ariana looked worried. “I had no idea things were this bad, daddy. I’m so sorry. What can I do to help?”

  Her stepfather sighed, and took a sip of the strong coffee she had brought him. “Nothing, really. You’ve been working hard lately, and I don’t want to tire you out in your condition.”

  Ariana laughed. “In my condition? Come on, daddy. I’m only six months pregnant, I still have a long way to go. Besides,” her look softened. “The second trimester is the one that brings a person the most energy. If I can do anything to help, I will. Honestly.”

  Stefan smiled at her tiredly. “Well, if you wouldn’t mind, I could use a hand in the kitchen, doing the prep for tomorrow. If it’s not too much to ask,” he added quickly.

  “Of course not,” Ariana assured him. “You certainly do far more than that for me, on a daily basis.” They sat silently for a while, sipping their coffee, and then made their way to the kitchen to begin their work. The café business was a hard life, with almost as many hours put in after closing time as during the day.

  Stefan began to knead the dough, carefully measuring it out for the pastry to be made for the following day. Ariana began to grind freshly-roasted coffee beans, carefully spooning the granules into jars for use when the café opened the next morning. She watched her stepfather out of the corner of her eye, marveling at the way his muscles bulged beneath his tight-fitting white t-shirt.

  After Ariana had finished with the coffee jars, she carried them to the barista’s station in the café, lining them up along the counter. She returned to the kitchen, intent on decanting milk from the large gallon-sized jugs into the smaller pint jugs for easy handling at the barista station. Opening the fridge, she was shocked to realize there was only half a gallon left. She opened the door to the walk-in fridge, discovering there was none there either.

  “Um, daddy…” she began, not wanting to add to his worries. “We’re almost out of milk.”

  Stefan turned and faced her, dusting floury hands on the apron he wore. “Shit. I thought we had enough to last us the day tomorrow, until we have a bit more cash free to buy stock. How much are we short?”

  Ariana looked at the jug in the fridge again, estimating how much they’d need for the following day. “We need about two pints.”

  Stefan checked the time on the clock against the kitchen wall. “It’s too late to go out. We’ll have to go out halfway through the day tomorrow, if we get enough cash in. Fuck!” He threw his hands in the air in a gesture of despair. “I can’t get anything right anymore!”

  Ariana moved behind the counter, putting
her hand on his arm. “Daddy, it’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

  Stefan looked at her. “Yes, it is. I’m not doing enough. We’re losing customers every day to that monstrosity down the road, and I can’t even get enough money together to buy the basics, like goddamned milk!”

  Ariana had an idea. “Daddy, I can help. I have milk.”

  Stefan looked puzzled for a moment, and then it dawned on him. “You… your milk?” he mumbled, his eyes falling on her ample cleavage. “You want to… milk yourself? For me?” He looked amazed, and Ariana thought she saw a flicker of lust cross his face for a moment. His eyes remained on her breasts, which began to ache with longing under his scrutiny.

  “Yes,” she replied simply. “It’s the least I can do for you. You do so much for me, daddy.”

  “Alright,” he responded quietly. “If you’re sure. What do you need?”

  Ariana shrugged. “I’m not sure, I’ve never tried this. A comfortable chair, I suppose. A warm cloth, perhaps? And a jug, I guess.”

  “Why don’t we go upstairs? You’ll be more comfortable in the living room. It’s cold down here.” Stefan took off his apron, and rinsed his hands under the faucet. Ariana nodded, taking one of the pint jugs off the shelf.

  “I’ll meet you upstairs?” she asked him.

  “Yup, I’ll be up in a moment. I just want to tidy up here.” Stefan replied. He put the pastries in the oven, setting the timer so that they would be baked by the time he opened the café in the morning. Then, he switched off the lights and followed Ariana upstairs.

  Ariana sank into the armchair in the living room, putting her feet up on a low footstool. She had turned the chair to face the wall, in a small attempt to preserve her modesty. Putting the jug on the end table beside her, she relaxed for a moment, waiting for Stefan to bring the warm cloth. Hearing his footsteps coming up the stairs from the café, she called out, “I’m in here.”