I Want My Stepfather(3)
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TRACY
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My stepdad had come back, I had heard the door open and close, and the water running. I had told him mum and Timmy had gone to grand ma’s place.
He hadn’t said much, just a “guess it’s just you and I.” Words that shouldn’t mean anything, yet they made my stomach twist.
I had already showered, and now I stood before the mirror, dressed in the black nightgown my mother had given me.
It was even shorter than I had expected, ending at the curve of my butt. My n*****s were already hard poking the thin fabric of the nightgown. I loosened the hair tie, freeing my hair from a bun, and letting it cascade down my shoulders.
My stomach twisted in excitement. How would he stare at me? Would he look at me as a full-grown woman? I was nineteen, although puberty has blessed me with a nice, perky ass. It didn’t do much on my breast. And my mother had heavy watermelons on her chest, not even the sickness could take that away from her.
With a deep breath, I pulled away from the mirror and headed to the kitchen.
My stepdad was already there, sitting at the table, his phone in his hands, his thumbs moving.
“Are you ready to eat?” I cleared my throat, trying to make myself sound normal.
“Yeah.” He said without looking up right away, and when he did, his eyes locked onto my small round breast, before dripping down to the end of the nightgown that exposed my thighs.
In his eyes, I could see the primal lust bubbling. His lips parted slightly as he stared at me.
I felt my clit throb beneath his stare, aching for attention. I peeled away and headed towards the stove to dish his food.
While serving his food, I heard my name.
“Tracy.”
I turned around. “Yes, daddy.”
“Come and sit here.” He tapped on the chair beside him.
Gulping hard, I settled in the seat close to him, my heart racing in my chest.
His eyes lingered over my thighs, my breast like he was already f*****g me with his eyes.
I looked down and saw he had grown hard, his c**k bulging against his pajamas. I couldn’t help but smile.
He placed his hands on my thighs and worked their way up to the junction of my body, running his fingers across my bikini line.
My eyes widened, and my breath hitched.
“Why are you acting surprised, isn’t this what you want?” He slid his thumb down the lip of my cunt.
I let out a soft moan.
“Wearing your mother’s nightgown with no panties. You’re practically begging me to f**k you.”
He pinched my pussylips hard, and a jolt of pain and pleasure shot through me, burning my every nerve.
“Raise your legs and spread them,” he ordered.
I hung one leg on the table and the other on the edge of the seat, exposing my well-shaved cunt to his gaze.
He stared at it, like an artist admiring his beautiful artwork. Excited, his c**k twitched beneath the trouser as a smile curved on his full lips.
“Touch yourself.”
“What?”
“You watched me touching myself a few nights back.” He said without taking his eyes off my soaked p***y. “I want to watch too.”
My breath hitched. “You saw me.”
“Of course, baby girl.” He chuckled, a low deep tone that made my stomach clench. “You want me to f**k you right?”
I nodded.
“That means you would have to be a good girl and do everything daddy tells you to, okay?”
Another nod.
“Touch your nipples.”
I peeled off the string of my nightgown, revealing my 34d breast. My hands cupped my right breast, then I pinched hard at my n*****s.
My stepdad looked at my t**s as I rolled my n*****s between my fingers, his length growing more in his trousers.
“Now, touch your pussy.”
My right hand moved from my n*****s to my clit, stroking it up and down, just like I had done every morning since I saw his c**k that night.
“Easy, baby girl. Slowly.”
I massaged my clit, drawing circles around it. It was already lubricated from my juice, so there was no friction, just moving back and forth smoothly.
My hips tightened as pleasure shot through me.
“Do you want Daddy to put his c**k inside your tight p***y?” He half groaned.
“Yes.” I moaned out, my fingers now working faster on my clit, my butt moving in circles against the chair.
I should have been embarrassed. Not when I had already succumbed to the pleasure of tightening my body. My stepdad watching me only added to the illicit allure.
“f**k, this is so hot.” My stepdad groaned.
“Ng.” The moan slid out of my lips as I plunged my finger into my wet inside, pulling it in and out.
I panted, jumping between finger f*****g myself and massaging my clit ferociously. I grasped my breast, pulling and twisting at my n****e, sending a pleasurable wave all through my body.
My stepdad watched with almost attention, his gaze locked into my pleasure-ridden body like he was enthralled.
My breath quickened, and I felt a flush crawling up my body and face.
“f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k,” I yelped as I shut my eyes, feeling my c*m wash over my fingers as my stepdad stared at me.
Immediately I slid my hand out, and my stepdad took it and dipped my fingers into his mouth.
I felt his tongue swirl around my fingers, wet and warm, licking my juice like it was his dinner.
My cheeks burnt red not with shame. Not at all.
“Good girl.” He smiled at me, his c**k so tight against his pajamas, like it could explode any moment.
“Follow me, let me show you something,” My step dad said, rising up to his feet.
I didn’t utter a word, just followed him up the stairs, and down the corridor, and before I knew it, I was standing before the door I was never allowed to enter. The door that had my mother screaming like a wild beast, begging for his c**k, like it was salvation.
My heart started again, beating in my chest. Anticipation roiled across my body, making my skin tight.
The door clicked, and he gave it a gentle push.
The room was partially lit by a dull red light, like it was concealing a secret. One side of the walls was covered with racks, holding different sizes and shapes of paddles, whips, crops, and cuffs.
In the middle was a bed, not the type meant for a peaceful sleep, but a place of torture. Rings lined the edges.
My breath hung in my throat, as fear gripped me.
But still, my clit tingled.
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