by Lexi Hunt
“Not to worry,” Maddie said as she opened herself to him, for pleasure this time and not for need, “we’ve got all summer to come up with an explanation.” He slipped deliciously inside her, and Maddie wrapped her arms around him, content.
PASSION UNLEASHED
SYNOPSIS:
Samantha Anderson wanted her stepfather. He was gorgeous, he was rich, and he was a terrible flirt. Only her mother stood in her way, but it took a day of reckoning between Clara and Duncan to see her passions unleashed.
Samantha Anderson lay quivering on the bed, naked, anxiously awaiting the sound of her mother’s car door closing. Her excitement rose as she heard the BMW back out into the street. Mom was on the way to Rio de Janeiro for Carnival…at last.
She bounded from her bed and rushed down the stairs. Her alabaster body, pale because she stayed inside in winter, was long and slender, and her small firm breasts stood out firmly over her flat trim belly, and the newly bare pubic mound looked sexy as hell when she spread her legs…a position she devoutly hoped she could maintain for most of the rest of the week. She lay down on the rug in front of the fireplace, her head resting on a thick soft pillow and her slim thighs parted wide. She touched herself between her legs and found that she was dripping wet. Thrilled, she grabbed the plate she had brought from the kitchen and placed it on the floor, right up against her ass.
The front door opened and Duncan Whiteman strode confidently into his home. “I’m home!” he called out cheerfully.
“In here daddy,” Samantha called, passion mounting in her eighteen year old chest. Duncan stepped into the greatroom and saw his beautiful stepdaughter lying naked on the floor in front of the fireplace. Her legs were spread wide, and he saw that she had shaved her pussy. “Your supper’s ready,” she said with soft heat, and then she spread her legs as wide as they would go.
In a flash Duncan was on his knees, fully clothed, and his tongue was stuck as far as he could reach into her tight little pussy. Samantha was delirious and her hips were thrusting up to meet Duncan’s thrusting tongue. He was such an expert at eating pussy that Samantha was close to tears. She came so hard her stomach cramped.
Naked and sated, Sam stared at her stepfather as he peeled off his coat and tie, and then knelt to help him remove his shirt and suit pants. When she bent down to untie his shoes, his hard cock bumped her forehead.
“Is that for me?” she whispered teasingly as her delicate pink tongue flicked out and curled around the angry red tip. Duncan’s cock jumped at the soft touch of her tongue and she quickly captured the tip of it in her mouth. She loved the feel of the helmet shaped tip of him swelling in her mouth, and Duncan’s eagerness as she took him into her mouth was both flattering and thrilling. She slowly let the tip escape from her lush lips and rubbed his cock against her cheek. “Have you been a good boy today?
I’ll know when you cum in my mouth…if you’ve been naughty and sharing this with someone else it won’t be as thick and creamy when you give it to me.” It was a game they played. Samantha knew very well that Duncan loved to flirt and more with anything in a skirt, and so did her mother. The only reason the two were still married was because of Duncan’s father’s will.
Duncan had been raised a poor little rich boy, spending his young life at one boarding school after another. His interest in the fair sex had begun at an early age, and he had soon been relegated to all male schools because of his propensity to raise the skirt of any female who didn’t refuse him outright. They rarely did, because in addition to his father’s vast wealth, Duncan was a thoroughly charming and decidedly handsome young man. By the time Duncan reached middle school age he was a serious clothes horse and extremely generous with his favors. His taste, while not extravagant in the extreme, was expensive. Even when he was going through his growth spurts he wore tailored three piece suits and trousers, and all his shirts were hand tailored in Buenos Aires by the same man who made his father’s suits. By the time he reached high school age, his father had hired a valet to chauffeur him around and look after his clothes. As a result, Duncan was able to start dating at an earlier age than the other boys.
Duncan had never been one for criminal activities, or even pranks and mischief, his troubles had always been related to his love for females. Before he became of age, he was always in trouble for his voyeuristic tendencies. He also had a penchant for paying staff members (females) exorbitant amounts of money to show him what he wanted so desperately to see, though he was just as fond of convincing them to “mother” the poor little rich boy who had no mother and rarely saw his wealthy father. As a consequence, when other guys were hiding their men’s magazines and jacking off in very private places, Duncan had already seen the real thing. As badly as he had wanted to, Duncan had avoided sex with women until he was old enough to participate legally…though he had skirted the edges as closely as he could without getting caught. It had proven a challenge for him, which was good, because school never challenged him at all.
Duncan had celebrated his eighteenth birthday with a flight to Buenos Aires to order an entire new wardrobe on his father’s Gulfstream. He had taken along the school nurse from Wallingham’s Academy for Young Gentlemen in Zurich and two high end call girls recommended by the father of a friend. During the transatlantic flight he had finally lost his virginity and had gotten more than a basic education in sex. He had spent that summer in the south of France with the same two call girls, having them teach him how to please women sexually. It was the best money he’d ever spent, and the unbelievable bill was paid monthly by his father’s secretary to his “tutors”. College at a major private University on the East coast had been idyllic, his skills at sex, his impeccable dress, and his enormous allowance guaranteeing his constant accompaniment by beautiful and accommodating women.
His formal education had prepared him for his career on Wall Street as a stockbroker, though his father had farmed him out to a firm owned by a friend for his final training to avoid his own employees spoiling the young man through special treatment. Duncan obediently did as he was told, enjoying his life and going through a torrent of women.
Duncan was thirty six when the gravy train stopped suddenly upon his father’s early demise from a heart attack. He had never known his father well, even after joining his father’s firm at age thirty. However the man had kept close tabs on his son and had spotted what he perceived as a weakness in his character. As a result, Duncan had to find a suitable wife and stay married to her for three years before he could receive his inheritance. Duncan was shocked…and he would have to live on his own not insubstantial salary until he had found a suitable match, courted her, and married her.
He owned a small estate in Westchester County, and his former employer’s wife was ecstatic at the chance to market one of the most eligible bachelors in the U.S. Duncan gladly accepted her assistance because aside from being an old friend of his father’s, she had been one of the first of his married conquests when he had become legal. She was an intensely oral woman whose husband didn’t care for the activity. Duncan loved it.
In a short time Duncan was introduced to Clara Anderson and they were married. For a time they were happy together, but Duncan’s inability to resist the charms of fascinating women led to a falling out with Clara. The young matrons of Westchester County had proved too much of a temptation for Duncan Whiteman.
The complication became critical when Samantha had fallen for her stepfather’s charms and his flirtatious ways. Sam had begun to flirt with him outrageously, deliberately appearing before him half clothed, asking for help with a zipper, asking him for an opinion about how something looked. Clara was outraged, and there was a final confrontation where the three of them sat down together and worked out their differences. It was calmly decided that Clara would remain married to Duncan until the terms of his father satisfied, and not so calmly decided that since Samantha was eighteen, she would do as she damned well pleased. It was a bitter pill for Clara to swallow, but several
hundred million dollars were at stake and her hurt pride was a small price to pay for her share. She immediately decided to spend as much time away from home as possible for the next two years until the divorce proceedings could start. In the meantime, she informed Duncan, what was good for the goose was good for the gander. Within an hour she was at her club, lying naked and panting beneath a muscular handsome masseur and thinking she hadn’t made a bad deal at all.
Sam had entered Duncan’s bedroom shortly after her mother had left the estate. She was wearing a high necked terry cloth robe and Duncan was sitting on his huge king sized bed wearing a pair of silk pajamas that bore a Sulka’s of Paris label.
“Hi daddy,” she said, “can I come in?” He looked up and nodded absently. He had enjoyed Clara’s body, but he really hadn’t been attached to her. The girl was another matter, because she was in much the same position emotionally as she was when he was her age…and she was a great deal prettier than her mother. Sam sat on the bed next to him, and he set his work aside to see what was on her mind.
She took a deep breath. “You realize that she’s out getting her eyes fucked out don’t you?”
Duncan smiled at her. “I hardly think it’s unfair,” he said, “I haven’t been an angel you know.” She loved his easy manner, and that he didn’t talk down to her.
“So why aren’t you out celebrating?”
“I’m really not that happy about breaking up Sam,” he said soberly, “there are some things I really like about this relationship.”
“And what is it you like about living with my mom?” Sam said, sticking her foot out and playing with his silk covered thigh, exposing a great deal of one nude leg in the process.
As her dainty foot rubbed closer to his cock he began to swell, his erection pushing hard against the silk. Duncan reached out and grabbed her shapely leg, just above her knee. “You really shouldn’t tease me you know,” he said in a low voice, “I’m in this jam because I have very little willpower.”
“I’m counting on that,” she whispered, untying the sash that held her robe together. She shrugged her shoulders and the robe fell to the bed. Sam posed prettily for him, like she had seen the girls in the magazines do. His sharp intake of breath told her she had struck a spark, and she watched his face with a mischievous grin of her own as she slowly spread her legs directly in front of him. “You get to be bad, mom gets to be bad, and all I get is to watch the grownups admit it.” Her foot rose higher and her toes began to caress his erection lightly. “When is it my turn to be bad daddy?” she whispered in a low enticing voice.
“Oh Jesus,” Duncan said pressing her toes harder onto his cock with both hands. Sam wriggled around in front of him and spread her legs even wider.
“Come on daddy, show your little girl how to fuck.” She writhed in front of him, causing the illusion that her pussy was winking at him as she rotated her belly in mesmerizing circles.
Duncan knelt up on the bed and took off the silk pajama shirt, and Sam feasted her eyes on his muscular hairless chest and belly. When he unfastened the silk pajama pants she began to breathe heavily and thrust her hips forward anxiously. The little girl act was totally gone…she wanted his big dick inside her pussy and she wanted it now! When he was close enough, Sam curled her fingers around his thick shaft and guided the tip of his glans between her puffy labia, her pussy aching for the feel of him inside her.
In spite of the fact that Sam was gorgeous in her own right, Duncan was unsure if he should open this particular can of worms. Sam’s next words took away all his willpower, what little there was of it.
“Please daddy,” she whimpered, her pussy moving up and down and her grip on his cock tightening, “put it in me.”
Her impassioned plea was too much to endure, and despite his intention to go slow because he didn’t know if she was virgin or not, he plunged into her fully. Her sharp cry wasn’t one of defloration, it was one of ecstasy, and his worries about her virginity were scattered in the wild frenzy of their fucking.
She had waited and plotted and planned, and in the end, her mother had handed her what she wanted on a silver platter. Sam intended to make the most of the gift. Her hips slammed up to meet Duncan’s thrusts with a force equal to or greater than his own.
They were still going at it wide open when a tired but satisfied Clara climbed the stairs to her bedroom. With a sinking feeling, Clara was sure she knew what was happening as she heard Sam’s cries coming from the master bedroom. She had never dreamed that Duncan was the type to rape any woman…as a matter of fact, Sam’s cries were anything but the sounds made by a woman having sex forced on her against her will. Clara crept to the bedroom door and peeked in. Sam had made no effort to close the door behind her. It was a night for surprises. Clara had also never dreamed that she would see her teenage daughter naked on her own bed with her own husband being fucked in the ass with the most joyfully erotic look on her face. Sam’s upper body was resting on her forearms and her head was down. The teenager was loudly and crudely encouraging Duncan to fuck her ass harder, and the little tramp was pushing back to make each thrust slam harder into her tight little orifice, and screaming that he was making her cum.
Weakly, Clara leaned against the wall and began to finger her own swollen pussy as she surrendered to an erotic fantasy that had never crossed her darkest, most perverted dreams. She stuck her head back in the doorway and watched as Sam looked up and locked eyes with hers as they both came.
Duncan was embarrassed as Clara walked into the room, disheveled and obviously fresh from a major orgasm. Clara sat on the edge of the bed and caressed Sam’s soft hair. “Has he cum in your mouth yet darling?” she asked softly. Sam, much of her bravado gone, nodded her head no. Clara looked at Duncan’s thick cock, still red and dripping with his own cum. “Make sure he does sweetie, it’s delicious and he adores it.” She looked up at her husband. “Maybe we can work something out that will be beneficial to us all,” she said.
DANGEROUS SECRETS
SYNOPSIS:
Rene doesn’t care what anybody else thinks. She knows she is her stepfather’s special girl, and she gets to do things with his penis that nobody else but her mother can do…and in her heart, she knows somehow that she does it differently. Whatever the reason is doesn’t matter to her, it’s just one of their dangerous secrets.
“Come in here for a minute please Rene,” Oscar Fernandez called to his stepdaughter. He was a stout muscular man with an extremely powerful upper body, the result of years of being a bricklayer. He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub wearing only the thin strappy white tee shirt like the ones he wore every day.
Rene answered him, and hesitantly entered the bathroom, her eyes averted from his heavy, dangling penis. “Yes daddy?” she whispered.
“Come here baby,” Oscar said, reaching his hand out to her. He took her hand and pulled her, fully clothed, to her knees in front of him. She was small for her age, and she looked very young and vulnerable as she lifted her blue eyes to meet his. She presented quite a contrast to his dark skin, his rough shock of coarse black hair and his brushy moustache. She was tiny, dainty, blonde and fair and fair as she gazed up into her stepfather’s eyes. He couldn’t read the thoughts behind her eyes, but if he had been able to he would have been surprised…and much relieved.
The nipples on her tiny breasts were hard as hell as she knelt between his widespread legs and the man smell of him permeated her nostrils. The heat was building in her belly as she knelt so close to the cock she had seen over and over in her dreams as she quietly masturbated in the room she shared with her three sisters.
Oscar’s rough hand caressed her short blonde hair with unbelievable gentleness as he slowly turned her head towards the thick penis that was rising before her eyes. “I want you to put it in your mouth baby, just like your mother does,” he said, “but you’ve got to remember not to tell anybody about this…we would be in a lot of trouble if anyone knew about this.”
Rene’s mo
uth was open wide before he had even finished talking. She had always adored him, as far back as she could remember. She barely remembered her real father, and when Oscar had married her mother all four of the girls had fallen madly in love with the gentle dark skinned giant who had come into their lives. He was lively and fun as opposed to their moody mom, and he could always find something interesting to do…although this was a first. Although this was the second semester of her senior year in high school, this was the closest she had ever been to a male penis. Managing to keep her face straight, Rene took the hot living flesh tentatively into her soft wet mouth. She had heard other girls talk about this as if it was no big deal, but for her it was a first and it was a very big deal…as well as a very big cock. She didn’t really have any basis for comparison except the cocks she had seen on the internet. She closed her lips tightly around his thick shaft, not really knowing what to do next.
Oscar gasped, grabbing both sides of her head and moving it back and forth. “Use your tongue,” he said tightly through clenched lips. She did as he asked, feeling his thick length sliding back and forth in her eager mouth. She felt very damp between her legs as she welcomed the oddly shaped tip of his cock against the back of her mouth. Rene was relaxed, she knew her mom wasn’t due back from work, and her younger sisters wouldn’t get off the school bus for another hour yet. What she really wanted to do was get naked so that she could explore this sex thing a little further with her daddy. So far it was incredibly exciting.
