Though his jeans weighed heavily against him, and the change in situation had drained much of the blood from his erection, I could still make out the thick outline of his cock. I looked down at my feet in shame. I had never been interested in him that way, never even considered it. But somehow standing there in one of the most awkward interactions I’d ever experienced, my sex was pulsing as strongly as my heart. He was my stepfather for god sakes. What kind of a pervert was I to think about him that way?
“We can talk about this in the morning,” Luke asserted, turning back towards the study and closing the door behind him.
‘Oh god,’ I whispered, leaning back against the frame of my door. My heart was racing and my head was full of curious thoughts that I wasn’t even willing to admit I was having.
Lying in my bed I couldn’t seem to get the images out of my head. The blonde sucking the man’s cock, my stepdad’s bulging bicep as he pleasured himself, his masculine chest and cut abs…the look of his swollen cock beneath his jeans. It was so wrong, so naughty, and so…hot.
I slid my fingers under the covers and traced the delicate mound that hadn’t stopped aching. My body had never reacted so strongly to anyone, I needed to cum, and maybe then I could sort everything out. My body arched under the heat of my own touch. I flexed and pulsed, feeling myself growing wet at the thoughts and images still fresh in my mind. My nipples grew into tight little buds and I sank two fingers deep within my wetness, pulsing and flexing until I couldn’t take it anymore. Giving in to the release my body convulsed hard, sweet relief flooding my veins as my heart beat hard against my chest.
The deep sleep that I fell into was not silent. No, it seemed I dreamed all night. In one moment I was the girl sucking the cock on the screen, in another, I was holding Luke’s thick shaft and stroking it. The dream I woke from was the most intense, I was naked and straddling him, our lips locked in a kiss as I began to lower myself onto his cock. Just as I felt the heat of him against me, I jumped, waking myself.
Luke was out, and I knew by the time that he was on his run. Three times a week he ran for an hour and a half, you could literally set your clock on his running schedule. My mind was still caught up on the night before and though I should have known better than to snoop, I couldn’t seem to stop myself. It was as if my body was in control rather than my mind. I wanted to see exactly what daddy had been up to, and nothing was going to stop me.
I glanced at the time, twenty to eleven, he wouldn’t be back until ten after, so with haste, I headed for the study. I booted up his computer with impatience and clicked open netscape. Luke wasn’t bad with computers, but he wasn’t so savvy as to know that he should delete his history or use the private browsing features if he wanted to keep his searches private. I clicked on the tab for history and tracked my fingers down the entries. Wall Street Journal, Google Maps….bingo-Porno Hb.
I clicked on the entry and an image of an older man and a much younger woman wearing pigtails popped up. She was bent over with her bum facing the screen and a little banner that hid her private parts flashed with the words “Enter Here.” I clicked the link, and another screen populated showing an assortment of scenes from videos. At the top was a search bar and I clicked on it, my jaw dropping when I saw the personalized searches he’d entered. “Step daughter worship, naughty stepdaughters, daughter sucks her stepdad,” and on and on. Each of them sharing at least one common theme…stepdaughter.
I swallowed hard. Apparently I wasn’t the only one thinking about naughty taboos.
“Ahem.” I jumped, turning in the air and spreading my arms out to cover the screen behind me.
‘Shit.’ How long had he been watching? From the look in his eyes, he knew exactly what I was up to, and he wasn’t excited about it in the least.
“You come into my home, you disobey my rules, and now you’re snooping into my personal business?” His voice was hard and his eyes glowered at me with distaste.
I felt suddenly small, and like a real twit for having snooped.
“I…I’m sorry Luke. I was just curi…” Luke cut me off midsentence.
“This is unacceptable, Lula” his eyes grew dark. “If you want to stay in this house you’re going to have to abide by my rules and damn it if I shouldn’t take my god damned belt to you like I did when you were sixteen.
I bit my lip. He had beat my ass when he found me drugged up with those two boys in my bedroom. Honestly I was thankful that he had been so hard on me, because it was probably the one thing that saved me from heading down a very bad path. But now as he threatened to spank me, it was only my sex that was responding.
“Why the hell are you staring at me that way?” His voice was confused and irritated.
Maybe he had expected the same frightened look I used to give him when I was sixteen. Maybe the hungry innocence that was instead laid plain on my face was confounding him. Or maybe he didn’t want to admit that the thought of slapping his belt across my thick curves gave him the same thrill as it did me.
“I’m bad,” I whimpered finally, giving in to the part of me that had been berating me since the night before.
Turning back towards the computer I clicked on one of the videos, cranking up the sound as I stepped aside and turned back towards him. “But then again…so are you.”
It was an awkward pleasure standing there, watching his eyes grow wide. He canted his head, his eyes flicking from the girl moaning on the screen back to me, dropping to my breasts, and then back again.
“What are you trying to do to me?” He groaned.
I turned back to the monitor, staring at the blonde as she bobbed up and down on the thick cock. “That,” I whispered.
I didn’t know where my bold, outrageous behavior was coming from. I had never been this way. Maybe it was years of an unrealized fantasy that was only just now rearing its head. Luke’s smoking hot body and penchant for stepdaughter porn hadn’t helped either. Was it really so bad for me to want the same thing as he did? Luke seemed to be debating whether to yell at me, take me up on my offer, or run screaming.
Slowly, deliberately, I dropped to my knees, and drew my hair back into pigtails with the bands that I wore on my wrists. I could feel that panties were wet now, and my taught little nipples poked out beneath my silk nighty. Luke’s gaze was entranced by the show I was putting on and it made me feel powerful. It was like going from the student to the teacher, suddenly wielding power over the man that had always intimidated me. I couldn’t help but revel at myself for having turned the tables.
It wasn’t until he snapped out of his state of astonishment that reality actually hit me. Daddy was coming towards me, unbuckling his belt without a bit of hesitation or any sign that I was making him nervous. Meanwhile, my insides quaked with his every step, anxious, nervous, curious. Was I ever in really control at all?
“Open your mouth,” he ordered sternly.
With wide eyes I did exactly what he said, I had asked for this, but was I really ready to take it? Was my step actually going to make me suck his cock—and could I even go through with it? It had all happened so fast, driven by my nineteen-year-old hormones and an unexpected moment of bravery. I might have changed my mind had I had any longer to weigh in on it all, but by then, Luke had dropped his pants and was standing, fully erect before me.
I let out a gasp as I stared at his body, his oh-my-god-deliciously sexy body. Grasping the tiny shoulder straps of my nighty he traced the fabric down my arms. His touch left traces of electricity and heat, which ran to my core and made me breath harder as my nighty dropped down and my breasts came into view. They were full breasts, pillowy and soft, yet my youth held them up high on my chest.