Daddy’s Little Slut: 30 Steamy Daddy Tales

"Ahh, fuckkkk. yesssss," I groaned, the sound muffled by my pillow. I collapsed onto my bed climaxing, the sheets cool against my skin, but I was boiling.I wasn't satisfied enough, I reached under my dress, my fingers sliding past the lace of my panties to find my c**t already swollen and dripping. I buried two fingers deep inside my p***y, the wetness making a loud, squelching sound as I pushed them in. I arched my back, my other hand migrating upward to massage my breasts with a desperate hunger. I pinched my n*****s through the fabric, imagining my stepdad's large, calloused hands replacing mine. I closed my eyes tight, visualizing Silas(stepdad) standing over me, his heavy weight pinning me to the mattress. "Silas... please," I whimpered. The friction intensified, the shlicking sound of my fingers sliding in and out of my slick p***y, heat filling the room. I pushed deeper, the thought of how he reached past me to set the glass on the counter, his forearm brushing against my breast, most especially my nipple.. It was a fleeting touch, but it felt like an electric shock hitting my cervix, made my body burn and with that my sensation exploded. My walls clamped tight around my fingers as a violent orgasm ripped through me, my p***y pulsing and flooding the bed with c*m. I lay there for several minutes, chest heaving, my body trembling from the aftershock. I sighed, staring up at the ceiling. I have organsm to the thought of him ever since i came back from college for the holiday. My mom remarrying a drop dead sexy man wasnt part of how i intended to spend my summer holiday. He was a man in his prime, possessive and powerful, and I was starving for a touch that wasn't polite or familial. Ever since I broke up with my ex. I have been so s*x deprived and in need of someone who could quench my hunger.The guilt of betraying my mother flickered in my mind, but it was quickly drowned out by the sheer, visceral need that had plagued me since my breakup. I stood up, intending to clean myself, when a sound pierced the silence. A groan. Deep, guttural, and unmistakably masculine. My room shared a wall with my parents' suite. Maybe the sound was coming from there but my mother was gone for the weekend, having headed to her best friend's house for a sleepover, and my stepbrother was out with his friends. I was alone with my stepdad. The thought sent a surge of heat straight to my core everytime i thought about it. I heard the groan again but the sound wasn't coming from my parent suite. It was coming from the hallway, drifting from the direction of Silas's private study. Curiosity, laced with a dangerous spike of arousal, overrode my common sense. I pulled on an oversized white t-shirt that barely covered my hips and left my wet panties on the floor. I tiptoed down the hall, my bare feet silent on the hardwood. As I approached the study, the groans became more frequent, more loud, more desperate. The door was ajar, a sliver of golden light spilling into the corridor. I pressed my back against the wall, my breath coming in shallow gasps. I pushed the door open just an inch. Silas was slumped in his heavy leather chair, his head thrown back, eyes shut tight. He was naked from the waist down. I gasped, the sound caught in my throat, as I stared at his c**k. It was massive, a thick, vein-ribbed pillar of flesh that looked far more imposing than anything I had imagined in my fantasies of him. He was stroking himself with a rhythmic, punishing intensity, his hand gripping the shaft tightly, sliding from the base up to the flared, glistening head. The sight of him so vulnerable, yet so powerful and sexy, sent my arousal skyrocketing. I felt my p***y swell again, the heat returning with a vengeance. My hand found its way to my breast, pinching my n****e hard, imagining it was him doing it. I stiffened a moan, my other hand slipping down to my c**t. I spat into my palm, using the moisture to rub the sensitive nub in fast, frantic circles. I was m**********g to my stepfather m**********g. The taboo of it made my vision blur. I started breathing heavily, my chest heaving in sync with his. I closed my eyes, the tension building in my lower belly, a second peak climbing toward the summit. My fingers moved faster into my p***y as I massaged my breast with soo much force. the friction becoming almost unbearable. Just as I felt the orgasm begin to crest, a voice shattered the silence. "Amaya... fuckkkkkk!" My eyes snapped open. I froze, my fingers still pressed against my c**t, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I leaned back, but it was too late. Silas had opened his eyes. Our gaze locked. His eyes were dark, blown out with lust, his chest heaving. His hand was still wrapped around his c**k, which was leaking thick, clear pre-c*m. He wasn't just jerking off. He had been calling my name. He had been thinking of me. The thought of it made my n*****s become harder. He didn't move to cover himself. Instead, he leaned forward, his gaze dropping to where my shirt clung to my hard n*****s. I didn't move, paralyzed by a mixture of terror and an overwhelming, electric desire. I backed away, the shock finally overtaking the lust. I turned and bolted back to my room, the image of his hard, glistening c**k and the sound of my name on his lips burned into my mind.