"Emily--"
I wiggled on the deck in front of him, and then I let my fingers wander down to my crotch. I lifted aside the bottom of my bikini and let my stepfather see my slit. He knew he couldn't have it, but I wanted him to see how wet I was.
"Oh my God, Emily-" he choked.
"Are you sure you don't want to fuck me?" I whispered.
A moment later, his cock was in my face.
I wrapped my fingers around his hard shaft and looked up at my daddy’s face with my best doe eyes. I didn't quite know what to do with it, but I started stroking it. The motion felt unfamiliar and awkward. I watched as a blot of precum oozed from the tip. God he looked so turned on! His cock was hot and practically pulsing.
He buried one of his hands in my hair and watched as I stroked him off. Every time my eyes met his, he seemed to draw his breath in sharply, his whole body tensing with pleasure.
It was tiring to work him as I did. His cock was so huge. I had seen the bulge in his pants before when he was turned on, and I had some idea of how big it was, but the idea of it actually fitting inside a pussy--my tight little pussy--was bewildering.
Our eyes never broke contact as I slowly and tentatively put it in my mouth.
"Oh God." Robert whispered, as I slowly sucked the tip. He guided my mouth slowly down his shaft, and I felt it slide against my tongue, going deeper and deeper until it bumped against the back of my throat. It was so big, I could barely get my mouth around it.
He pulled out, leaving a string of lust between my lips and the tip of his raging cock.
"It's so huge," I said, looking up at him again. Robert's hand cupped my bare breast, and then his other hand wandered down to my aching pussy, pushing aside the flimsy fabric of my bikini to plunge two thick fingers deep inside me.
I moaned involuntarily, my body buckling in the pool chair.
My stepfather fucked me with his fingers, sliding them quickly in and out of my wetness. I whined feverishly every time my body took his big fingers inside. I could feel my clit pulsing. It felt like it was about to burst, just begging to be touched.
"Let's go inside," he breathed, before pulling me up from the pool chair and gathering me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around him and he carried me into the house.
He pushed me down onto the couch, and a second later I felt his cock slowly slide through my wet, velvety petals. I grabbed him, trying to pull him in harder as he strained at my opening.
Then he buried his thick hot cock in me deeply.
I moaned like an animal, my hands coming up and pressing against his thighs to stop him from going further.
My breath heaved as I laid there, half-impaled on his cock. My straining flesh felt like it could barely take him.
"Let me go deeper," Robert groaned. I let my hands fall back down to my sides, then he slowly pushed all the way in.
I laid there, totally filled up, my body pulsing around his cock. I felt uncomfortably full, and at the same time, I didn't want to let him go. I loved having him inside me.
Then Robert began to fuck me. He started slowly, rocking our hips together. I felt my clit finally push against his body, and the hot release of the pleasure was too much.
"Fuck me, stepfather," I whined as our hips rolled together, the rhythm increasing in tempo and force. Several seconds later, I came, the pleasure completely and absolutely wrecking my body, like it had never been wrecked before.
I wailed like a wild animal, losing myself to the fiery throbs that consumed me. And then I felt his sweltering cum flooding my insides. The sensual feeling alone was enough to make me cum again. I shuddered under him violently, still impaled on his cock, making sounds I had never heard come out of my mouth before.
When it was over Robert collapsed on top of me, still buried deep within. I could feel his wet cum running out of me when he pulled out, slickening my skin as it ran down my crotch.
"Oh fuck yeah," Robert breathed. He laid down next to me and I squirmed against his body, nuzzling into him. His two strong arms wrapped themselves around me and pressed me close as I breathed his scent in deliriously, taking him in, all of him.
Dirty, Naughty, Sexy Steps
Jackson
Your typical Aspen, Colorado, tramp--that's what she looked like. Probably pushing 40, with a yoga-sculpted body and a pair of perky C-cups that looked like they could be fake. She wore an expensive ski jacket, a pair of black tights that hugged her perfect ass, and fur-lined boots that were probably worth more than most peoples' life savings.
So when she smiled at me let’s just say I didn’t trip over myself to show her I was interested. Besides, I’m used to women throwing themselves at me when they see me in my Aspen Ski School instructor’s jacket. Nevertheless, as our gazes met across the loud, dark, crowded barroom, I entertained the thought of walking over there and talking to her.
Actually, screw that. I'd let her come to me.
I gave her a little sideways nod with my head, the one that said, ‘get over here.’ I was used to doing it, and I liked watching the way her eyes widened before looking around her, struggling to gather up the nerve to cross the room and walk over to me.
It was always my favorite part: watching a woman squirm.
Even if I didn't sleep with her--and I probably wouldn't--the game was always a fun amusement after a long day of work. And now that I was a top-tier ski instructor, giving private lessons to expert skiers on difficult, double-black-diamond terrain, I always had more than enough tip money to blow at the bar.
And maybe enough to take home a girl for the night.
From my barstool, I watched as she sinuously made her way across the crowded room, her eyes locked onto mine. Despite my cool attitude, I felt a nervous palpitation in my chest as she came closer, her face becoming ever more visible in the dim light. ‘Stay cool, Jackson,’ I told myself, trying to get a grip on my nerves before she was right in front of me.
Suddenly a crowd moved in between us, sitting in the barstools next to mine. I couldn't see the woman anymore, and their voices added to the din in the room, drowning out my thoughts and breaking the tension of the moment.
I decided to duck out--you could only have so many one-night stands before you sort of lost your soul and became one of those truly embittered ski-town locals, anyway.
I threw a crisp $50 bill on the bar, grabbed my jacket and ski gloves, and turned towards the door, hoping to get the hell out.
But not before a young blonde grabbed my arm and yelled, "Jackson!"
My jaw practically hit the floor. "Mia?!" It was my stepsister, all grown up. What the hell was she doing here? She looked stunning, dressed up in a slinky black dress as if she was going out to a club or some other fancy event. I was too shocked to speak.
"I have to meet somebody," she chirped, before turning and walking away. "Call me." And with that, she was gone.
And then reality settled firmly back in as the woman I'd been flirting with arrived. "Hey, ski instructor," she cooed, brushing back her dark hair. I barely registered her presence as my eyes desperately searched the room for Mia. But she had already disappeared.
Mia
Rich. That is the most succinct way to describe my boyfriend, Ellis Buchanan. He is a billionaire, a trust-fund baby who'd grown up in Connecticut and spent lavish summers in the Hamptons and winters in Aspen. After he'd gone through his ‘hippy-phase,’ spending half his trust fund traveling around the country following Phish in a beat-up Volkswagen bus, he'd finally put his nose to the grindstone and struck out as a venture capitalist. He had backed a software development team that launched several successful smartphone apps, and now, at 29, he was sitting on top of his own massive fortune.
"Another cocktail, Mia?" he asked as I reclined on the deck of his Aspen mansion. It was a sunny, warm day in late March, and after a glorious morning on the slopes we ducked out early to avoid the Spring-break crowds. Ellis sidled up next to me where I was relaxing on a pool chair, catching some sun in my bik
ini.
"I'd love one, darling," I murmured, reaching out to touch his leg. Rich, tall and handsome. I looked up at his craggy face. He was blonde and blue-eyed, an all-American hunk with a head of thick, curly blond hair.
"Mmm," I purred as he held out a daiquiri in front of me and I sucked on the straw. I flicked the tip of the straw with my tongue lasciviously before he pulled the drink away.
"It's strong," I winced as the liquor burned its way down my throat.
"I'll have Ricardo make them a little sweeter," Ellis smiled, playfully tousling my hair before walking back into the house.
I turned and admired his muscled body as he disappeared into the house. Make that rich, tall, handsome and RIPPED, I thought. And he was sweet. Maybe too sweet, always waiting on me hand and foot.
Ellis emerged again with another drink. I took the cold glass from his hands and sucked on the straw contentedly.
"It's perfect, sweetie," I chirped as Ellis gazed at my body lovingly. "What's on the agenda for today?” Most of Ellis' family was vacationing in Aspen, and we usually had to meet up with one of his rich aunts or uncles or something.
"We should be meeting the Carringtons for drinks soon."
"Ugh," I groaned in mock consternation. I stretched out luxuriously, feeling the blood rush back into my limbs. "I don't want to get up."
Ellis' face grew tight with concern; he never wanted to make me do anything. He put a hand on my shoulder reassuringly.
"Of course, if you want to stay here, that's totally okay."
I rolled my eyes behind my sunglasses. Dating Ellis sometimes felt like having my own personal servant. "No sweetie, that's fine," I laughed, "I was just kidding."
"Don't you have some family here?" he asked, "your stepbrother?"
I felt my chest tighten. My stepbrother. I knew he lived in the area, but I hadn't seen him in five years, since he ran out on me and my mom, putting us both in a tight spot. I hated him, knew I shouldn't forgive him, but at the same time I'd had an all-consuming crush on him from the moment we first met, and he'd lived in my fantasies ever since. He was the one thing I didn't want to think about. Not right now anyway.
"Yeah," I ventured. I hoped my discomfort wasn't obvious.
"Well," Ellis grinned, totally oblivious, "let's all go out sometime. I still haven't met any of your family."
"Let's go see the Carringtons," I said sourly, getting up, "I'll try to look up my stepbrother tonight."
"Cool, sounds good. It should be fun."
****
I turned off the tap and leaned back luxuriously in the calming bath; still, I couldn't quite get the tension to disappear.
I'll try to look him up. Ha! Where would I even begin? As far as I knew, Jackson didn't even have a phone, a mailing address, a Facebook, or anything. All I knew was that he'd left town when he was eighteen, following his buddy Dave out to Colorado, looking for work as a ski instructor. We'd been counting on him to stay and help us, but he'd left in the middle of the night without so much as a goodbye.
If we hadn't been so poor, it wouldn't have mattered.
My mom had inherited a struggling dairy farm in upstate New York, and her personal life was in just as much a shambles as our farm. After her first divorce, she'd married Jackson's dad. He was even poorer than us, and an alcoholic loser to boot, and life had kept on being a struggle.
When I'd met Ellis, it had seemed like a one-way ticket out of misery and privation. My mom had always hounded me when I grew up: Mia, you're pretty. Marry a doctor. So when Ellis, with his good looks and money, had wanted to date me, I said yes and never looked back.
Nevertheless, I had to admit, something was missing between us; call it chemistry, love, whatever you like. But when you live in the real world like me, you didn't worry about those things. I had everything I wanted, and Ellis' money had pulled my family out of poverty, and that was enough. Screw love and attraction and warm-fuzzies and all that other wishy-washy stuff—I had it made.
Now if I could only forget about Jackson.
Even after five years, I still thought about him. Almost every day, actually. How could I not? The summer he moved in had been the first time I'd fallen in love, and it kept replaying in my mind, over and over, especially when I was bored, sitting around the house, or when Ellis' constant adoration started to get tiring.
I still remembered all those feelings I'd had, those sensations that I had never known existed. The desperate plunge through space I'd felt when we first kissed. The ache in my chest when his lips pulled away, then left the room, too frightened at what had just happened to stay another second.
And a short while later he disappeared on us, just like that. And without the money he made instructing at Mad River Glen in Vermont, we'd been even worse off. Who knows, I might have actually been able to go to college if he hadn't moved out. Maybe I could have made something out of my life.
Still, I understood why he wanted to leave. He was too rebellious, too much of a free spirit, and just plain too wild and carefree to stick around. But I insisted on holding on to my resentment.
Maybe because it helped me deny how much I still loved him.
Just then I heard a light knock on the bathroom door.
"Mia?"
"Yeah, come in." My heart started to beat with excitement. Even if Ellis didn't really excite me, I liked the way he adored my body.
And I knew that the second he saw my naked body in the tub, he would lose his mind.
And it would lead to sex.
I heard the door swing open, and Ellis walked across the marble floor in his slippers and bathrobe. I could see how his eyes helplessly, lustfully ran over my body.
"Hey honey," I said, my eyes flicking up to meet his. My voice was suddenly lower, more sultry. "Do you like looking at me?"
"You know I do," he whispered.
I took a deep breath. My whole body suddenly felt hot, and my heart began to race. "Do you want to put your cock in my mouth?"
Without saying a word he began to undress. He pulled off his tailored shirt, letting it fall to the marble floor. My eyes licked over his muscled torso, and I felt animalistic cravings begin to pulse inside my body.
He continued staring directly into my eyes as he undid his belt buckle, dropping his pants to the floor a second later. I saw the thick bulge in his boxers, and I let out a little moan in anticipation of his cock in my mouth.
He stood beside the tub, and I kneeled in the water as I pulled out his thick rod and began stroking it sensually. I could feel my sex throb a little as I closed my eyes and pressed the head of his cock against my mouth, running my lips sideways and smearing his lust over me.
Sometimes I felt like a whore, fucking Ellis for his money.
Then I wrapped my little lips around his head and began to suck him, taking him deep, all the way until he bumped against the back of my throat. I liked doing it.
I used my tongue to pleasure the underside of his shaft, running it all the way up to the base of the head and around the sensitive glands. I pressed the tip of my tongue hard against it, and I opened my eyes so I could watch his reactions and better gauge how good of a job I was doing pleasuring him.
"Do you like that?" I whimpered; of course, I knew he did—guys are so easy. Ellis nodded his head weakly, a second before I plunged him into my throat again. He buried a hand in my hair and guided my head over his throbbing sex. I submitted, letting him use me. It was sick, but I didn’t mind being his sex toy.
"Let me fuck you, baby," he gasped. His voice was so choked with desire that it sent an involuntary shiver running down my chest
But I shook my head ‘no.’
"Please," he begged. I sucked him harder and harder, using a hand to stroke the base of his cock. I wanted him to cum right now.
"Please, baby," Ellis sobbed, “Let me go inside.”
I almost said no again. As much as I liked being fucked, I always hated the moment Ellis put his cock inside me. Maybe it was because I didn
't love him.
Then he pulled me out of the tub, pressed me onto the cold marble of the bathroom floor, and forced his cock inside me.
I submitted, too horny to fight him off, my whole body tensing as his raging dick pushed my petals apart and slammed deep inside.
Ellis fucked me with reckless abandon, gripping my buttocks and pressing my body painfully against the hard tile as he used me. I gave in to the pleasure, letting him satisfy himself, and a second later, I felt his cum blast into me.
"That was too soon," I whined, trying to catch my breath after the pounding I had just taken. I was raw and throbbing, desperate for the hot release of my own orgasm.
"Get out," I ordered. My voice took on a vicious turn. Ellis did as he was told, backing out of the room and picking his clothes up on the way.
I remained on the hard tile and rubbed myself until I came, all the while dreaming that it was Jackson touching me.
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